The Cat

Part 2:

I ran, the smell of Whiskas has brought me inside. It was a special smell that always makes my tummy feeling hungry. Oh, I loved Whiskas. I looked to my plate, my owner has poured the milk. The brown color of Whiskas and the whitey milk have mixed together.
These combinations tempted me. I took a bite. Hmm, delicious! Those Whiskas are crunchy with the unique taste of meat. It feels like heaven and like the nuggets my owner used to give me during his dinner time. The milk has given the own sensation. Some of my Whiskas had melted with the milk.

The Cat

"I'm taking Feature Writing subject this semester. My lecture asks me to write something about a cat that lived in the farmer at the breakfast time. The first part, the cat did not move at all. I need to describe what the cat saw. I'm going to post the revision from what I have written. It will be the story about the cat from what I have revised based on my lecture's comments"

Part 1:

The smell of bacon has woken me up. I looked through the window, waiting for the Mr. Golden Sun to rise up. It was dark outside. The farm has been covered by the darkness. I could not see clearly. I can smell the leaves with the dews flowing down to the land. I heard the cock waking every side of the farm up. It was fine morning, even the sky was not clear. The moon had already disappeared, the stars were followed. It was dark sky above, waiting for the new shine from Mr. Golden Sun.