Revised "Description of a place."
I am a black cat with no bell or collar on so I am not easily detected. I was the only pet at one time, but then they got a dog, then another one, then finally another cat. The “kitten” the one who has tortured me, the cat has taken the love of everybody in the family, except for my sister. They always tell me, me who was here first, me the princess of this house, to be nice and stop my hissing and growling at him! That awful cat, I want him gone and out of my house. But I know I can hide and get away from him if I go to the one place that had always been my sanctuary, the plain, messy, huge room of my sister Brittani.
She is crying again, she is always crying lately, that is the first thing I hear when I walk into her room. That is not the first thing I see though, right as I walk into her room I see her kind of tall, queen size bed. I jump onto the bed to see her reading and crying like usual these days. She must have saw me, or felt me jump up onto her bed because she suddenly looks up from her book, her face wet with tears and eyes all red and swollen from crying. For a moment I sit on the edge of her bed and look around her huge room. To the left of her bed I see her computer on top of her desk, her book case on top of her dresser and there is this space between them where her radio sits on the floor. Now I get up, I feel her big, fluffy, silky, blanket on her bed underneath my paws as I walk towards Brittani.
I hear the soft music coming either from her computer or her radio as I lay there next to her. She pets me with slow, long movements of her hand. I hear her crying. I am startled by my other sister, Katie, coming into Brittani’s room, she asks a lot of questions and Britani gets really annoyed. Soon, Brittani yells at Katie and tells her to leave Brittani alone, and to shut Brittani’s door on her way out. I hear the click of the door locking into place, it is now shut. She gets up and walks over to her bookcase, and puts the book she was reading on it. Now she is walking to her computer, sits down and starts typing. All I can hear are the sounds of her fingers flying over the keyboard. That’s when I decide to leave and venture out into the other rooms of the house and see where that mean cat is. So I sit at Brittani’s tall white door, and meow at her till she lets me out. After about a minute or so I hear her get up and walk over to let me. I hear and see the door open and I slowly walk out of my sanctuary that is my Sister’s room.
She is crying again, she is always crying lately, that is the first thing I hear when I walk into her room. That is not the first thing I see though, right as I walk into her room I see her kind of tall, queen size bed. I jump onto the bed to see her reading and crying like usual these days. She must have saw me, or felt me jump up onto her bed because she suddenly looks up from her book, her face wet with tears and eyes all red and swollen from crying. For a moment I sit on the edge of her bed and look around her huge room. To the left of her bed I see her computer on top of her desk, her book case on top of her dresser and there is this space between them where her radio sits on the floor. Now I get up, I feel her big, fluffy, silky, blanket on her bed underneath my paws as I walk towards Brittani.
I hear the soft music coming either from her computer or her radio as I lay there next to her. She pets me with slow, long movements of her hand. I hear her crying. I am startled by my other sister, Katie, coming into Brittani’s room, she asks a lot of questions and Britani gets really annoyed. Soon, Brittani yells at Katie and tells her to leave Brittani alone, and to shut Brittani’s door on her way out. I hear the click of the door locking into place, it is now shut. She gets up and walks over to her bookcase, and puts the book she was reading on it. Now she is walking to her computer, sits down and starts typing. All I can hear are the sounds of her fingers flying over the keyboard. That’s when I decide to leave and venture out into the other rooms of the house and see where that mean cat is. So I sit at Brittani’s tall white door, and meow at her till she lets me out. After about a minute or so I hear her get up and walk over to let me. I hear and see the door open and I slowly walk out of my sanctuary that is my Sister’s room.