When I was 8 years old my grandfather bought a cat. The cat was afraid of people and it was a little wild. I liked to bother that cat a lot. My grandfather used to tell me not to bother the cat. I didn’t listen to him. I kept bothering the cat again and again. Every time I go to the kitchen I had to do something to the cat. Until one day that I was forcing the cat to drink the milk. I put my finger in the cat’s mouth so he bites me. O got mad and I hit the cat with a stick, then I let the cat go. My grand father came and asked me were is the cat? I didn’t have any answer to give him. Perhaps I didn’t have any schusses, so I told him the truth. He was a little angry with me. He told me that he didn’t get the cat for free, that he paid for that cat and that he didn’t buy it, to let it go. Then we were looking for the cat. But we didn’t find it. We forget about it.

After that I didn’t do anything like tat anymore. I think that this was a good experience. Two years after my grandfather gave me a dog. I treat that dog nice, and I never bother him. After that experience I leaned how to treat the animals right.