He does..
I've known my fluffy boy since he was born.. when he was born, a few days later, me and my sister brought his siblings out with him as well. we put the 3 on the bed, and he.. came to me.. the other 2 went to my sister.. the first one, the ginger one, died from my dad accidentally stepping on him.. he wasn't a jerk at that time but that ginger kitten was my dad's favroute.. blood running out of eyes.. it was horrible. years later, it was me and Hazlenut, but then he died suddenly, and I was a mess. I was so innocent.. then it was him left.. me and Coconut.. the last one out of the 1st ever litter of the first house.. made a tin foil ball, he would chase after it in the kitchen... I would put my hand out.. like Toothless he would put his head into my hand, always welcome for cuddles.. he was a family favroute.
then..
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we had to move..