When I was
younger and I lived with my father, we used to have a lot of pets. I say “a lot”
because my friends didn’t have so many as I. We have two dogs, two rabbits, two
ducks, like 6 little birds, and for a while 3 pigeons; then, they went flying away
from home, they lived with us because they had an injured wing.
But I was
used to live with pets, and when I went to live alone I adopted a little ugly
cat. He was ugly because he was sick, so, we went to the veterinary and the
doctor saved him, but then he turned into an evil cat and he leaded the group
of cats in the neighborhood, he rocks around the other cats and he left me
alone. His name was LEON. I don’t know if he is alive, because I change my address.
Now I’m
living in a little department, but I really wanted to have any pet! I feel sad
when I don’t have one to give it love, or feed it, or talk to it. I think it
sound really stupid, but I love pets. Well, when my little sister’s cat has
little cats in Concepción, I took one of them and I carried it to home with me.
She is a cat who looks exactly like his mother, so I named her in the same way:
MANCHITAS. Now, she is one year old, she is in love with the printer machine,
and likes to look for the window. I hope she is happy although the small space,
because she is afraid to go outside, and play a lot indoor.
On photos, first is Machitas on my little department, then it's Manchitas's mother in Concepción, and finally it's Manchitas when she was a little cat.
That’s my life with pets.