My name is Sarah, and I live in a small apartment in a quiet town. I’m 22 years old, and I work at a bookstore. My life is simple, but it’s never boring because of my cat, Luna. Luna is a small black cat with big green eyes. She’s three years old, and I adopted her from an animal shelter two years ago. Since then, she’s been my best friend. Living with Luna is full of surprises, laughter, and a little bit of chaos. Let me tell you about our daily life together.
Every morning, my day starts with Luna. At 6:30 a.m., before my alarm, I feel something soft on my face. It’s Luna’s paw. She taps my cheek gently, as if to say, “Wake up, Sarah! It’s time to feed me!” I open my eyes and see her sitting on my pillow, staring at me with those big green eyes. If I don’t get up, she meows loudly. It’s impossible to ignore her. I laugh and say, “Okay, okay, Luna. I’m awake!”
I get out of bed and go to the kitchen. Luna runs ahead of me, her tail high in the air. She knows it’s breakfast time. I fill her bowl with cat food, and she eats quickly, purring the whole time. While she eats, I make coffee and toast for myself. Sometimes, Luna finishes her food and jumps onto the table to sniff my breakfast. “No, Luna,” I say, pushing her gently away. But she looks at me with such a cute face that it’s hard to be strict.
After breakfast, I get ready for work. Luna loves this part of the day because she plays while I’m busy. I brush my teeth, and she chases the toothbrush like it’s a toy. When I put on my shoes, she bats at the laces. One time, she stole a sock and ran under the couch with it. I had to crawl on the floor to get it back. Luna just sat there, looking proud of herself. Living with a cat means you’re never alone, even when you’re in a hurry.
When I leave for work, Luna sits by the window. I call it her “watching spot.” She looks outside at the birds and squirrels in the trees. Sometimes, I leave a toy mouse for her to play with, but she prefers real things, like a piece of string or a paper ball. Once, I came home and found a roll of toilet paper all over the living room. Luna was in the middle of it, rolling happily. I couldn’t be mad—she looked too happy.
At the bookstore, I spend my day helping customers and organizing books. I love my job, but I always think about Luna. Is she sleeping on the couch? Is she chasing her tail? I keep a picture of her on my phone, and sometimes I show it to my coworkers. They laugh and tell me their own pet stories. One of them, Tom, has a dog, and he says dogs are better than cats. I just smile and say, “You’ve never met Luna.”
When I get home in the evening, Luna is waiting at the door. She meows and rubs against my legs. It’s her way of saying, “I missed you!” I pick her up and give her a hug. Her fur is soft, and she purrs loudly. This is my favorite part of the day. No matter how tired I am, Luna makes me feel better. I sit on the couch, and she curls up on my lap. Sometimes, she falls asleep, and I don’t want to move because I don’t want to wake her.
Dinner time is another adventure. Luna loves to watch me cook. If I’m cutting vegetables, she sits on the counter and stares at every move I make. One time, I dropped a piece of carrot, and Luna pounced on it like it was a mouse. She played with it for ten minutes before she got bored. I give her a small treat after my dinner, but only if she’s been good. “Good” means she didn’t knock over my plants or scratch the furniture that day. Luna isn’t perfect, but she’s learning.
After dinner, we have playtime. Luna’s favorite game is chasing a laser pointer. I move the red dot across the floor, and she runs after it, jumping and sliding. Her eyes get so big, and she looks so serious, like she’s hunting something important. Sometimes, I hide the laser and pretend I don’t know where it went. Luna looks at me like I’m silly, then runs to find it. It makes me laugh every time.
At night, Luna and I relax together. I read a book or watch TV, and she sits next to me. Sometimes, she tries to catch the pages of my book as I turn them. Other times, she stares at the TV, especially if there’s a show with animals. Once, a bird appeared on the screen, and Luna jumped at the TV, thinking it was real. The TV almost fell, but I caught it in time. “Luna, you’re crazy!” I said, laughing.
Bedtime is when Luna is the sweetest. She follows me to my room and jumps onto the bed. She finds a spot near my feet and curls up into a little ball. Her purring is like a lullaby, and it helps me fall asleep. But sometimes, in the middle of the night, she decides it’s time to play. She runs across the bed or knocks something off my nightstand. I wake up and see her sitting there, looking innocent. “Luna, it’s 3 a.m.!” I say, but she just blinks at me.
Living with Luna isn’t always easy. She scratches the couch sometimes, and I have to clean her litter box every day. She also leaves fur everywhere—on my clothes, on the couch, even in my food once! But I don’t mind. Luna makes my life special. She’s not just a pet; she’s my family. She makes me laugh, keeps me company, and teaches me to enjoy the little things, like a sunny spot on the floor or a piece of string.
One day, I came home and found Luna sitting on the windowsill, looking at the sunset. Her black fur glowed in the orange light, and her eyes sparkled. I sat next to her and watched the sky turn pink and purple. For a moment, everything was perfect. “Luna,” I said, “you’re the best thing in my life.” She looked at me and purred, as if she understood.
Life with Luna is full of small moments like this. Every day is different, but every day is better because of her. I don’t know what I’d do without my little black cat with big green eyes. She’s my partner in this quiet, happy life, and I wouldn’t change a thing.