Four+Skinny+Trees

Its the only one that gives me hugs. He knows when I'm sad, he will comfort me. I do the same to him, just in different ways. He can get very hyper. I'm the only one that calms him down when he is in a bad or in a unusual mood. His fur so soft, loud, and short just like me. One who is from the a farm but home is here with my family. One who is frisky, weak, and old, down stairs smells like his litter box. In the down stairs the foul smell, makes my dad angry due to his office is down there.

His fistiness is his secret. His teeth send stabbing bits on your arms. Me and my kitty on the ground playing when he pouches and attacks my my arm with his sharp teeth. He loves to play. If he could he would play every day, until he got tired or hungry for that matter. This is how he is happy.

If their were no bitting then there would be no play time. Which i think he would get very depressed if you ask me. Hey hey hey when I'm on the computer and he wants attention. He bits, purs, meows, and if he is desprate he bites and hisses, its quit scary.

When i feel sad about being short because i get made fun of in a sarcastic way but it jus gets old then i will go to my kitty for comfort. I do that because he is short too. When theres no happiness theres no kitty. He is my joy, my friend, my cutie, and most importantly my kitty cat. One who knows where home is and wil never forget. One who is fisty, but doesnt for get to love. My kitty one to tell everything to and know and everything will stay the same. I love you kitty!

  