He was given to me by my mum as a present, and I couldn't think of a name to give him, so I temporarily called him Kitten. He was almost pink, and I adore him. He's like a ghost-pet now; I want him very badly, even if I know I can't have him. Not yet, anyway. Maybe when I've left university and am living by myself, me and Kitten can be reunited in the real world.
I've always wanted a cat. I think I'm kind of like a cat myself, aside from the mice-chasing and milk-drinking. They're affectionate, but they need their own time too. They can be alone.
I look forward to meeting you, Kitten. We can be off-colour together.
You write beautifully. If nobody else ever tells you that, I hope you still believe it.
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