A Living Thing That Represents Me



Soft on the outside yet a raging tiger within is a way I would describe the feisty felines known as cats. Much like myself, the exterior of a cat is approachable and gentle but once you have angered it, its claws come out and you a whole different side to them. Cats are also very protective  of their families. As an example, if you were to take a kitten from its mother, the mother would most likely attack you or at least  meow at the top of its lungs. I would like to think that I am as protective of the people I love. In the case that a loved one is attacked whether emotionally or physically I would stand up for them. In new environments, cats tend to be closed off until they have fully adapted to their surroundings. When comfortable, they are frisky and playful as can be. In life, I tend to need some space to accept the changes that invade my life and tend to ease myself into new situations however long it takes to become truly comfortable with the conditions of my life. Therefore, a cat is most suitable to represent my demeanour when things shift in my life. All in all, cats are complex creatures with their own attitudes and  personalities whether it can be interpreted by a person or not; and that is why a cat is something that represents me.

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