Cats

“Hey Snowball where are you,” I yelled out looking for my pet.

I’m pretty sure you can tell by his name that he has white fur.

We haven’t had him for very long, but he’s already a handful.

He scratches everything.

All he does is sleep and sit around all day. (which is basically what I do)

He somehow gets up on the counter and gets in my face whenever I’m trying to do my homework.

He even got stuck on our roof and in a tree, which shocked everyone in our neighborhood because everyone knows it’s impossible for him to get stuck in those two places.

“c’mon Snowball, don’t you want to go to the park?” I yelled out again.

as soon as I said the word “park”, he came running downstairs with with his cute little legs, and started to jump on me.

I stood there looking down at him with a smile on my face.

every time I said the work park he would go crazy and jump around all over the place.

He loves to run around, so of course he loves the park.

I got his leash, and he started to bark like crazy.

I put his leash on, and we walked out the door.

while walking to the park we passed some people and as soon as they saw Snowball they asked if they could pet him.

“of course,” I said.

as they were petting him, one of the people asked “what kind of dog is he?”

“he’s a Corgi,” I responded.

(I Bet you thought Snowball was a cat when you read the title and the first few lines)