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have a cat named Knight. He is asfluffy as a cotton cloud. He’ s a cute little sleepyhead. But when he runs, he’ s asfast as a strike of lightning. And when he cuddles beside me, he 's as cuddly as a blanket on a cold night. 🐾✨
He loves meowing by the window, watching birds like a tiny guard on work. Sometimes he rolls on the floor, showing off his cuteness. And sometimes when I open the door he disappears in a flash, and goes up. And my mom would say "Miel, Knight went up!" I said "Okay mom I'll find him!". And his favorite spot under any chair he finds.
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