It's name is Fuzzy.  It's a boy.  He is soft from fur.  He loves to sleep on his little black and white bed.  He likes to eat, meat, mice and rat.  He really loves to play with ball of string.  When I come back to my home, then I call his name and he heard his name.  Then he comes back through my legs. then he feels warm.

Then I pick up Fuzzy.  He lick on my hand, because he want to clean to my hand.  Then I hold Fuzzy and walk to the kitchen.  Then I put Fuzzy on the kitchen shelf.  Then I take a milk for Fuzzy.  I pour milk in Fuzzy's dish. 

Then he was licking milk in the dish.  I said "Good boy, Fuzzy."  He looks up at my face.  I go to my room.  Then Fuzzy follows me.  Then I said "Are you very smart, Fuzzy?"  I sat on the bed.  Then Fuzzy jumps to my bed. 

Then I said, "Oh Fuzzy."  I feel a little bit tired.  I want to sleep. 
Fuzzy and I are sleeping.

The End!

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( Gemary E. Rivera from USA )