Question

Нарисовать котёнка и написать рассказ по английский

Answer 1

Котенка сам нарисуешь.

Hello, everyone. There is my kitty on this picture. It's name is Bombik. It is 3 years old. My parents bought it me when i was  5. Bombik likes to drink milk. I usually go for a walk with it to the park or to the garden. When the weather is rainy Bombik stays at home and a plays with a ball of yarn. Bombik loves me and i love him too. We are best friends.

Answer 2

Several years ago, we lived at home kitten. His name was Ginger. The kitten was a red-haired man, only tummy he had a little white. Most attracted his mustache - and long pushistenkie.
When he asked for there, then I began to meow a small voice. Stand Up demanded: "Meow" - and looks closely at his eyes. And then again: "Meow!"
After eat and drink some milk, a kitten loved to play with a ball of yarn. Quickly run up to me, touched foot to the glomerulus and hides under the table. Then he begins to peek out, flashing his blue eyes. And I pretend to not look at him. Then Ginger slowly begins to creep up to the glomerulus, thinking that it can not be seen. But it gave a ponytail, lifted her up. When he crept very close, sniffing a ball of his rosy nose. And I quietly pulling the strings, and a ball began to move. Kitten quickly ran away, knocking claws on the floor.
When we are tired of this game, I beckoned to her Ryzhik. He gladly resorted. I took him in my arms and began to stroke. A pretty kitten purring, pressed me his soft back and sweet sleep.
This story about a kitten, my daughter Alina wrote a couple of years ago. Another of her story can be read here.

Answer 3

Конечно, вот рисунок котенка:

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И вот рассказ о котенке:

Title: "The Little Adventure of Whiskers"

Once upon a time, in a cozy little house on Elm Street, there lived a curious and playful kitten named Whiskers. Whiskers was a fluffy, white ball of fur with the most enchanting blue eyes you had ever seen. His whiskers were long and delicate, hence the name.

One sunny morning, as the golden rays of the sun streamed through the window, Whiskers woke up with a burst of energy. He stretched his tiny paws and let out a little yawn. Today was going to be a day full of adventure!

Whiskers scampered down the stairs and into the kitchen. He could smell the delicious aroma of breakfast wafting through the air. His human, Sarah, was making pancakes. Whiskers couldn't resist the urge to investigate. He leaped onto the kitchen table and peered over the edge, his tail swishing with excitement.

Sarah turned around and chuckled. "Oh, Whiskers, you're such a curious little kitten," she said as she poured pancake batter onto the sizzling griddle.

Whiskers watched intently, his eyes fixed on the fluffy pancakes as they cooked. He imagined himself as a pancake-flipping acrobat, doing flips and twists in the air. But as much as he daydreamed about pancake adventures, he knew it was time to explore the great outdoors.

After breakfast, Whiskers squeezed through the slightly open door and found himself in the backyard. The world outside was a vast playground filled with wonders he had yet to discover. There were blades of grass to pounce on, butterflies to chase, and even a tree with branches begging to be climbed.

Whiskers spent the whole day exploring, and the sun began to set, casting a warm, orange glow over the horizon. Tired but content, Whiskers returned home. His adventure had been a success, and he had even brought a little leaf as a souvenir.

Sarah scooped him up and cuddled him. "Did you have a good day, Whiskers?" she asked, scratching him behind the ears.

Whiskers purred in response, his heart full of joy. He had learned that the world was a big and exciting place, but no adventure could ever replace the comfort of home and the love of his human.

With a full belly and a happy heart, Whiskers curled up in his favorite spot, ready to dream of his next adventure. And as the stars twinkled in the night sky, he knew that tomorrow would bring another day of curiosity and fun.

The end.