One time, rained a lot in Castelló while I walked on the wall with my dog. And I went to the side of a tree and I listened that a cat didn't stop miaowing. I looked at the tree and I saw a cat very nice of white and brownish lines, and I took him at home. Now, his name is Pestosín because when I caught him of the tree, he made modesty. BUT THE NAME ISN'T IMPORTANT! I love him with the passion. And I have arrived at a conclusion: My cat is the best friend that somebody can have, and it isn't a joke: When I go to my bed, he comes with me, and he sleeping all the night next to me. I can take a shower with him, because he loves the hot water!I can tell him everything, because he never argues me, and he always listens to me. When I get up, he also gets up and he goes with me to the toilet! He is like a best friend: I look for him and he looks for me.
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