I'm always happy because of that cat I have in my hands, he is what always comes to me when I get home from school or when I wake up, he is the reason why I still can be happy at school, i know that sounds depressing but it really isn't (well in my mind at least) he is my best friend, sure he can't talk but he can confort me when I need him and he is like my child, sure he is still a cat and I'm still only 13 but he has taken a huge liking to me and that's why, the first day we got him he was bare bones no meat to him, he was shacking and I was the only person he would even walk near he avoided every one else because he was a stray off the street he was 5 weeks old and survived off garbage, he was found with his younger sister, now I take care of him and that's what I always think of the day I got him, and I remember that no matter what he is waiting at home for me, no one else but me, I go to bed with him on my pillow or at the end of my bed, I tend to wiggle my toes so he attacks them I tend to play with him too much then he gets amped up and scratches me, doesn't mean I won't love him, because cuts will eventually go away, but Nub (my cats name my dad named him) will always come back, he will always be the same and he will always love me for what I am to him, I'm like his parent in his eyes, where ever I go in the house he goes, I don't need anyone else's approval but his, he keeps me going and I keep him going, the way he purrs comforts me the most especially when I'm holding him in my arms,
For ever with me, I love you nub, (not that he is dead and I know he can't read, he is attacking my laptop screen as I type this, but I want this to be on wattpad because once in a while I go through my story's and I wanna have this one for ever)
