This is Dusty
He's Chestnuts son...

This beautiful boy wanted nothing to do with me.
He's always been stand-offish with every one.

Shortly after I lost my best friend, his father
Dusty walked up to me and rubbed against my pants.

So I decided to pet him, He's the softest cat I've EVER had the permission to touch.
He allowed me to actually pick him up and hold him..
His habits.. Are just like chestnuts...

He nibbles at my fingers for attention...
He'll claw at my pants for me to pick him up..

I'm sorry if my text is bad, my eyes are full as I text this.

Dusty nuzzled me and just stared at me..
In his eyes I seen my Chestnut..
Despite Dusty's eyes being the same color as his moms
Their warm like his fathers..
I seen my best friend for maybe the last time..

When I started t I cry he put his warm little paw on my cheek.
And just stared at me.

Then I thought about how cold chestnuts paws where when I held them sunday.. He had warm paws just like that..

Then he hugged me the way Chestnut would when I was sad..

We sat there him and I sharing eachothers company.

Thank you Dusty..

I'm so happy to know that you're. Here for me..

Im so afraid to get attached to him ..

But, hrd such a sweet sweet boy..