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Black as the Night, White as the Purest Snow.


My Cat.

The most important thing in my life.

His black and white fur makes me feel safe.

The soft purrs when I pet him makes me know that he loves me.

He has always been here for me.

Throughout the bad and the good times, he is always there comforting me.

There is no other cat that makes me as happy as him.

He's my baby Ive had him for almost eight years now.

He's getting older by the day but he is still the action packed cat I know.

Running.

Running fast down the hall.

Sliding under the chair, him meowing to get my attention. 

The love from him is so strong he'd never leave my side.

Up and down the hall, following me back and forth.

He rubs his body against my leg, as he purrs like a motorycyle.

This cat is like no other, eating fruit and vegetables like a human. 

It's crazy but I think it made him healthier. 

He's seven now but he walks around like hes three.

Always flaunting his beautiful greenish eyes. 

He has always been there for me. 

And he always will be. 

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