Today I woke up in a somewhat groggy way. I didn’t feel like going to the shelter, I just wanted to sleep all day. But I stayed strong, and went there anyways. Once I entered the cat room, many meows and purrs welcomed me, as If they missed me! Then I started to feel more excited, as if someone just gave me medicine for a cold. There was one cat, a black one, which was really playful. He clawed and batted the towel in my hand while I place food in his cage. His black pupils in his amber eyes dilate as he follows every move of my towel; he arches his black back and pounces. He grabs the towel by a thread and pulls. I instinctively pull back. However, in this case, my size makes me he victor of the towel. After the cages have been cleaned, I went to the laundry room to help my mom and another volunteer, Casey. she said that the cat kennels used to be chock full of cats. So many that you couldn’t place one cat somewhere else so you could clean her cage. Now, however, there are barely five felines in the cat room. I guess I agree with her that this is a good thing. Even so, I would like to have more cats to care for.
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