A cat’s self-narrative composition

Whether you are in school or entering society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. . There are many things to note when writing an essay. Are you sure you know how to write it? The following is a cat's self-narrative essay that I collected and compiled. I hope it can help everyone. A cat's self-narrative essay 1

I am a cat. Cat is a title given to us by people, but I don’t have a name of my own yet. The streets are bright and bustling with people. But I was alone in my corner. But I am very satisfied, because the soft sunshine can shine in, but the violent storm cannot.

It was late at night, and everything was silent. The children's laughter has long gone with the sunset. Are they laughing at me for being alone?

Every day I look at the flowers and plants in the corner and think about them for a long time. Thank you. Without you, I would have to stay in bed all day long. However, one day you will...

I plan to say goodbye to this cozy little corner.

So, I had no fixed place to live and wandered around. Although I can stay in one place for a long time, I don't want to stay too long. Because of this, I witnessed a lot of things.

I met many companions on the road, some of whom I had lived in harmony with, and some of whom had fought with me to death for a place. Their situation was not good, and one of them was blind in one eye. Although some were guaranteed food and drink, they were imprisoned in cages; some simply died under sticks or wheels. Originally, the outside world was like this, so what else did I expect?

But one day, I realized that there will be dawn in the cold night. I haven't eaten in days. Although I believe it won't be the end of the road, this feeling really makes me uncomfortable. When I was so hungry that I felt dizzy and my limbs were limp, I was unexpectedly entertained by a kind-hearted person. He brought me delicious food for several days in a row, and after delivering it, he left without looking back. I wanted to follow several times. But I also thought, no one wants me, so why should I be so sentimental? But I finally followed him to his home. But his family members grabbed a broom and violently kicked me out of the house. I didn't dare to think too much, so I could only try my best to escape.

I am not sad, I just laugh at myself for being so naive! I have forgotten how his family beat me. I only remember that he imitated my cry and called me "meow". I have a pretty good name, I don’t expect anything more!

A few days later, I returned to a familiar and friendly corner. Everything remains the same. Why don't I cherish it more?

That night, I fell asleep and heard the familiar "Meow meow..." A cat's self-narrative essay 2

I am a kitten, to be precise, It's a stray cat.

My name is Maomao, this is the name given to me by my little master. But now, I call myself ‘Wandering Maomao’. I was kicked out by my little master. I haven't eaten for two days. I'm so hungry that I feel dizzy. My chubby belly is now deeply sunken. Wow... I'm so hungry...

I lay on the side of the road and cried aggrievedly: "Meow--"

The little master used to like me. He fed me delicious cat food every day and often played with me. One day, he and I were playing the game of 'cops and robbers'. He was chasing me with the plastic gun, and I jumped over the coffee table in the living room like a cat. I skipped the jump, but my tail brushed against the little master’s favorite teacup. The teacup fell and was shattered into pieces. I was immediately dumbfounded. Oh my god, I broke the little master's tea cup, the little master won't beat me...

The little master looked sullen, picked up my tail, and threw me out like trash.

"Meow-" I looked at the little master pitifully and wanted to run back, but I ran into a thick door.

Ugh... I walked on the street in grievance, hoping that I could find a new home. However, people didn't even look at me. Some children even came over and pulled my tail and my hair. I was so bruised by them that I no longer had the strength to walk.

Just after I was tortured by a child again, a little girl ran straight towards me.

I shrank into a ball with fear, trembling all over.

"Kitten, don't be afraid, I will take you home." The girl stroked me with both hands and murmured a few words against my ear.

I raised my head and looked at her: her big watery eyes, although there was some dust on her face, were still full of childishness.

She took me home. Her house is not big, only a quarter of the previous owner's house. The furniture is very simple, the light is dim, and a woman is mending a piece of clothing.

"Mom, this kitten is very pitiful. I took it home." The little girl said timidly.

"Hui Qing, bring the kitten over and have a look. It seems to be injured." The woman put down the needle and thread in her hand and said to the girl named Hui Qing.

The little girl put me on the table, touched the hair on my head, and then held me down.

What is she going to do? Help! Help! I struggled desperately, but maybe my strength was too weak, and it didn't help after struggling for a long time. I closed my eyes and prepared myself to return home.

Yi? What is that cool thing on my back?

The little girl's voice came to my ears: "Mom, is disinfectant useful?"

"Of course, it will be fine in a few days."

The little girl picked me up and said to me gently: "Kitty, it's okay, you can stay at my house!"

I looked at her gratefully and lay next to her Falling asleep in the arms of... A cat's self-narrative essay 3

Hello everyone, I am a stray cat named "ABC". Don't look at me because I am dirty and annoying. But speaking of my life experience, I really have a lot of background! I am a Turkish Van cat that was bought by my owner at a huge price. If you want to know why I have ended up where I am now, please continue to listen.

When I just bought it back from the owner, I was very amazed at the luxury of the owner's home. A tall villa is guarded on the periphery, with an artificial swimming pool in the middle, and the surroundings are masterpieces of nature. There are beautiful mountains and clear waters everywhere, and there is even a large hole formed by the erosion of the lake all the year round, which has been carefully decorated.

My master took me around. I wandered to a lake, and the hostess met us. She exclaimed: "Wow, what a beautiful cat." The little master next to me was playing in the water. , when I heard it, I quickly ran over to take a look, and picked me up and refused to put it down. They fed me fish, bread, fried chicken, roast duck every day... Sometimes they also fed me some foreign chocolate, and even put on a coat for me. Jewelry clothes. The little master came to play with me whenever he had time, and named me "ABC".

However, the owner also has a purebred Tibetan Mastiff. In order to win his love for a long time, I have all the characteristics of a pet cat. I meow a few times from time to time and can be "considerate" to people... The little Tibetan Mastiff and I also lived in harmony. At this time, I felt that everything was beautiful.

Until one day at noon, this idea was finally shaken: at noon that day, a poor farmer who looked very anxious was wandering around here. Finally, he met the male owner in the pavilion, as if he had met the savior. He said with joy on his face: "Your father asked you to donate some money to the Hope Project. After all, if this primary school is not built, it will open again. We, a poor mountain valley, are counting on you." The male host said arrogantly: "Oh, you don't know. In recent years, my jewelry business has not been easy to run. I have spent a lot of money, but my income has been small. Even this damn cat and dog cost me a few yuan every day." That look really made me laugh. I felt pitiful, but I knew it was a lie. Every night he and the hostess were counting money, and even if they counted all the money in one night, they would go abroad for a trip in more than ten days. I dare Bet he also has several hundred million in cash.

Then, the male host pretended to be generous and said: "Hey, I only have these five hundred yuan in cash now, and I will give them all to you." Then he took out five one-hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and handed them to That farmer. The farmer looked very disappointed, but it was difficult to say anything. I had no choice but to leave sadly.

This incident completely changed my original idea that everything here is beautiful. One day, the police discovered that the male owner had faked the gold and mixed it with copper, earning hundreds of millions of dollars from it. He was sentenced to death with a suspended death sentence. The male host was taken away with a pair of cold handcuffs. However, the hostess and the young master arrived in the United States with 999 bank cards and 30 million US dollars in cash. Maybe out of panic, they forgot to take me with them, and from then on, I became a stray cat.

The Skynet is vast and sparse. Finally, the international police caught them and sentenced them to life imprisonment. Because they had reformed, their sentences were reduced to 50 years... Self-narrative essay of a cat 4

Hello everyone, I am a cat, and my name is Mimi. I was born in a small farmyard when the sun was just rising. There are three people in this family, the male owner (father), the female owner (mother) and their daughter (little owner).

From the moment I opened my eyes, the little master appeared in front of me. It can be seen from her expression that she likes me very much and cares about me very much. She often gives me shrimp skin to eat. So I tried my best to please her, played ball with her, ran with her...

But the good times did not last long. During a play with the little master, I accidentally scratched her finger, which was bright red. Blood flowed from the wound. I hurriedly rubbed around her to express my friendship to her, but the little master ignored me. Seeing that something was wrong, I hurriedly hid under the table. After a while, the hostess called me out, scolded me, and patted me on the head. Only then did I realize that I had gotten into big trouble.

A few days later, the little master sent me to a relative’s house. The little master reluctantly left, and I cried for the first time, very sadly. Since then, the little master has never seen me again. In fact, I also understand that this is because I have hurt her before.

Just like that, I have a new home. Although I eat much better than before, I still miss those days in the past.

At first, the little boy in my new family was very nice to me and often took me out to play. We caught butterflies together in the fields and played rubber balls together. The good news is that I finally learned to catch mice and climb trees, which made the little boy like me even more.

Just as I was enjoying this wonderful life and gradually forgetting the pain of separation in the past, another more beautiful kitten was coming to this family. Its coat color and eyes were prettier than mine, so the little boy gradually forgot about me and fell in love with the more beautiful kitten.

Due to jealousy, I always looked at that beautiful kitten with displeasure and bullied it all day long. But every time, the little boy would scold me. I fell completely out of favor. One day, the little boy's father drove me to the wild in his car. As the sound of the car starting echoed in my ears, I was abandoned.

From then on, I became a stray cat. A cat's self-narrative essay 5

I am a newborn kitten. I accidentally got lost when I went hunting with my mother, so I started my wandering life.

At first, I was not used to being away from my mother, but the sense of privacy in the grass made me feel safe, so I felt at ease and lived happily next to the grass. But the good times didn't last long. Soon after, a horse came here. I know that it is coming to eat my "home". I was very disappointed and I understood that I had to move. Sure enough, within a short time that nasty horse had "torn apart" my home!

I wandered into a city. As soon as I entered the city gate, I saw a dog jumping towards me. "Ah" I exclaimed. I don't know why this dog did this to me, but I know now Run quickly! I ran and ran, but the dog still caught up with me and bit me hard. My legs were bleeding. I was thinking: Why am I so unlucky! Not only did she lose her mother, but she also had to be bullied by a dog!

At this time, a human came. He saw me and carefully picked me up. In his arms, I felt so warm, as if I was in my mother's arms. I gradually fell asleep. When I woke up, the adult was beside me. Watching him bandage my leg, I was so touched. It was the first time I felt such warmth. Only then did I realize that he had prepared a cup of warm milk, some bread crumbs, and a neat, clean little bed for me. I called him "meow" twice. I think he should be able to hear me saying thank you to him! Then, I ran to eat. After eating and drinking, I had a good sleep. I think I should be happy like this forever. But the next day, a dog came to the owner's house. So in the following days, it snatched food from me every day and occupied my little bed. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I decided to run away from "home". Let's go. , let’s go, I’ll catch mice to eat when I’m hungry, and drink spring water when I’m thirsty.

Unknowingly, I learned a lot of skills and also learned to protect myself!

Now, I am no longer afraid. I think when I returned to my mother, I was already a brave and strong cat!

Teacher’s comment: Although this is a cat that has left its mother’s arms, it is very brave and strong! Through the delicate psychological description throughout the text, I believe that the young author's heart is equally strong! Such strength makes the article inspiring, and readers can feel such positive energy! A cat's self-report essay 6

I am a precious Persian cat named Gillian. Since I was a child, I grew up in a palace-like house. Naturally, my life was carefree. The mistress was very kind to me. She never let me catch mice, but I had the best food. When buying cat feed, the mistress often says: "Gillian, come here, baby, let me kiss you!" Look, the mistress loves me like this! Of course, this makes many cats jealous. I have no choice but to say who calls me the most valuable Persian cat?

In order to let you know me better, let me introduce to you my day!

At 9:30 in the morning, I lazily climbed out of the velvet quilt and complained that the sun rose too early in the sky! I called out "Meow——", and the nanny hired by the hostess came to my side and placed breakfast in front of my cradle. I glanced at the breakfast dishes with sleepy eyes, including milk and bread. Slices... not bad, these are my favorite foods! I licked the nanny's hand to express my satisfaction.

At 1:00 noon, under normal circumstances, I don’t eat lunch. At noon, I like to go to the grass to bask in the sun and enjoy the warmth of the sun. I am very happy with this. After all, I am a Just a cat!

At 6:30 in the evening, the hostess came home. As soon as I came forward, the hostess hugged me and always said some very affectionate words, which made me feel very comfortable. I often feel helpless, who calls me the most valuable Persian cat?

Every day, it’s basically like this, but just yesterday, things changed. The hostess went bankrupt overnight. She could no longer support me, and I became homeless!

I was wandering on the streets and saw a legion of cats. I glanced at the leading black cat, and my heart was filled with contempt, and I thought whimsically, "The mistress will come to pick me up in a few days!" But! After three days, the hostess still didn’t come to pick me up, and I was already hungry. On the evening of the third day, when I saw the cat army passing by again, I begged them to let me join, and the leading black cat took aim at me. He glanced at it and said, "Aren't you that arrogant Persian cat that can't tell the difference between east, west and north? If you want to join our team, you must jump over the iron railing!"

Me I followed its gaze and saw the iron railing, and I couldn't help but think: "This iron railing is less than 0.5 meters, it's too simple! Please help me come out!" But I only dared to think about it, but I didn't dare to say it. Speak up, because I must be asking for help!

I started trying to jump over the iron railing, the first time, the second time... I didn't succeed even once, but I was exhausted and panting! The black cat laughed, and the laughter was full of contempt; full of sarcasm.

I was desperate. Only then did I understand that suffering is far better than good times. Only suffering can cultivate a firm will!

However, it was too late. The cats of the Cat Legion walked away under the leadership of the black cat, leaving me alone, dying alone in the mud... A Cat's Self-narrative Composition 7

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The sky is huge and the earth is huge, China is the third largest in the world. It is said to be big only because of its large territory, which is made up of provinces, cities and even districts, towns and villages.

Haha, I’m right, don’t underestimate me, I am not an ordinary cat, I am a famous “urban scholar” among cats. And I'm still "noble" - because I'm a house cat. Nowadays, there are several times more domestic pet dogs than cats. And I am lucky enough to be one of the few "cat aristocrats". As for me, I live in a certain home in a certain city and district in a certain province and country of the People's Republic of China.

Although I don’t leave home, I have a lot of information. It is as big as the SARS epidemic in the country, and the United States and Britain are collaborating to bully Iraq; as small as my little master is worried about one thing. The media has already talked about big things, so there is no need for me to harp on them. But for small things, well, let me harp on them for a while.

The little master’s name is Haze. Of course, this is not her name, but I am used to calling her that. She goes to a certain middle school in this district. As for her studies, she is praised by some and criticized by others. She told me that the school has recently asked students to write essays again. As far as I know, the content of this essay seems to be about "five good things". Of course, I know that the little master is annoyed by this matter, because this kind of content cannot produce true knowledge without practice. But when you study all day long and late at night, you don't pay attention. Even if your normal behavior is consistent, who cares about it - don't look at me, this is what the master said, I am not legally responsible.

Haze is just happy, forget it, just use your spare time to experience it. I didn't notice anything else, but at home, she really made a lot of progress. oops! Who hit me? (Looking back) "I was wrong, little master. I didn't say that what you usually do is not good, but it's just a little lacking in comparison!" I was scared to death. You didn't even tell me when the master came. Forget it. I won’t tell you anymore!

Okay, okay, since you want to hear it so much, how can I be so stubborn and not say it? Take yesterday for example. It was past 4:30 when Haze finished school. When I got home, I saw that she was out of breath and started to make rice. Although I usually do it, I generally don’t do it. She looked at her watch and saw that it was five o'clock. The master came back at half past five. She put her slippers at the door one by one and took a vacuum cleaner to vacuum around the room. The rice was almost ready, but the dishes hadn't been cooked yet, and it was too late, so I took out the cucumber and cut it into cubes for cold serving. Although it was not fishy, ??it was edible. After a while, the big master came back. Haze was serving tea, handing over shoes, asking for warmth, rubbing backs and shoulders. The big masters looked at each other and looked at each other... Before they could remember it, haze asked again. Start "treating others politely", disgusting! I was busy like this until I went to bed at night, haze was never idle for a moment. Lying on the bed, she took a deep breath and told me that it was not easy. After a busy day, she might not have reached the standard of a "five good" student. Although it is unbearable to do this every day, there is joy in it. People welcome you with smiles and their hearts are sweeter than honey! She also told me that although she was cramming, she had already tasted the joy of being a truly good student for the first time. The most important thing is to persist. Essay writing is no longer important. What is important is to be a good person and be a good person!

After struggling for several days, Haze finally completed the essay collection, and also received the beginning of the "essay collection" in her life. Although I, this "noble cat", am a scholar, some things are still difficult to understand. Let me study them slowly. The highest state of being a cat is like this. The more questions I don’t understand, the better my cat does it, haha... A cat’s self-report essay 8

Hi! I am a big gray cat. My name is Mimi. I have been living at Dandan’s aunt’s house for more than a year. My owner has fed me until I am fat and often feeds me bone soup, fish, rice, meat and beef liver. , I walk lightly and gracefully, which often makes people laugh.

I - a big gray cat, with gray fur, and some curved line patterns on the fur, like icing on the cake; two small pointed ears always stand up, like two The corner of the hill; I have a small face on my round head, and a pair of big yellow emerald-like eyes, shining brighter at night; I also have a white beard like a sharp arrow, three on the left and three on the right. My nose may be small, but it is very sensitive. When I smell the fragrance, I can find the food immediately and eat it in big mouthfuls; my tail is long, swinging like a powerful whip; I also have slender hair. I have long legs and very good kung fu. I can jump more than two meters in one jump. My claws are so sharp that if you scratch them lightly, your hand will break. Do you think I am very smart and agile?

I remember that one Sunday afternoon, Dandan came to my master’s house. As soon as she entered the door, I ran over quickly and shouted loudly: "Meow... Meow..." Dandan smiled and said: "Auntie, what is this cat calling?" The aunt said: "The cat is welcoming you!" As soon as Dandan walked into the house, I ran away with a "swish", and Dandan came Chasing me, I jumped over the trash can, crossed the coffee table, jumped on the sofa, and finally jumped on the air conditioner. I kept shouting: "Meow... Meow...", very Feeling triumphant, Dandan was anxious and happy at the same time. She jumped up and down, trying to hold me down. I made Dandan panting and sweaty, and Dandan smiled happily. During dinner, no one paid attention to me, and I was very angry. I kept shouting loudly from the side: "Meow... Meow...".

"Dandan saw that I was very pitiful and picked up a piece of meat. I stared at Dandan with my big eyes. Dandan put the meat in my bowl. I smelled it first and it was fragrant, so I grabbed it with my front paws. I picked up the meat, put it into my mouth at once, and ate it quickly. The little head moved, which made Dandan laugh. She smiled so sweetly.

I like to be in the sunshine during the day. I lay down to rest, feeling very comfortable and warm. I like to squint my eyes when lying on the ground. Sometimes I scratch my ears with my front paws, sometimes I scratch my face, and sometimes I add paws to scratch my ears and cheeks. It’s very cute. Sometimes during the day I also like to sleep under the table at night. I sleep in my nest with the door open. As soon as I hear the sound of mice at night, I run out immediately. My eyes are very sharp and I move very quickly. I am brave enough to catch a mouse and eat it in my stomach. In the summer, I especially like to catch mosquitoes. As long as I see a mosquito flying, I can catch it with my claws. The mosquito was crushed to death, and the owner praised me as a "mosquito catcher". I am quite capable!

I am a big gray cat, although not as beautiful as a Persian cat and not as fat as an American Garfield cat. , but I am very lively, interesting, brave, and very capable. I am a hard-working cat, not a lazy cat. My beautiful voice can also bring you great joy! 9

I was born as a wild cat in the countryside. I have four brothers and sisters, but they all look different from me - they are all black, including my mother, but I But it was a tabby cat. We didn’t have enough to eat every day, and we were all very thin. When our mother couldn’t support herself, she abandoned us.

The five of us depended on each other for survival. Order food. At that time, our biggest wish was to be adopted. Maybe God took pity on me and fulfilled my wish.

One day, a child came up to play and found us. He looked at us curiously and thought I was the most beautiful, so he took me home. It was the first time I saw a person, and I was very scared. I was carried into the city by the little boy and looked at the colorful things. , I felt very curious and scared, so I was cautious all day long.

On the first day, the little boy gave me some rice and some milk. I didn’t dare to eat it at first, I just looked at it. Look, I walked over and smelled it, and I found how delicious these things were! I finished the rice quickly and drank some milk. This was the first full meal I had since I was born. I was happy and lucky, but soon I lost this idea.

Gradually, I began to get used to living in the city, forgetting the pain and difficulties, eating and sleeping. , The sky is carefree.

One day, I was playing in front of my house and saw my former brothers and sisters. We told me that since I was adopted, they had been living together and looking for each other. Food, until now. I was very impressed after hearing this. On this day, my brothers and sisters and I went to play in the woods not far from my home. We had a lot of fun. While playing, I felt a little sleepy, so I fell asleep in the woods. When I woke up, it was already night and it was dark all around. I was very scared. It was eerily quiet in the woods, and a gust of wind would blow from time to time, making me shiver with coldness. I stayed where I was, not daring to move, just listening to the sound of the wind blowing the leaves. I was so scared. Suddenly, I heard someone calling me and a beam of light, but I still didn't dare to leave. I just made a weak and trembling cry, which seemed a little insignificant in the rustling wind, like a mosquito humming without paying attention. It's hard to hear. However, the little boy still found me. He held me in his arms lovingly, asked me softly where I had gone, and then slowly walked back with me in his arms.

After I got home, I ate something and thought back to the scene just now. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, blaming my brothers and sisters for being irresponsible and leaving me alone in the woods...