I don't remember life without cats (until I got married
"MY" first cat was actually a kitten of the resident mama cat, Cricket. Cricket had her litter, on my parents bed, while they were at the hospital delivering me. My mother moved them all into the porch, but the next morning, Mama Cricket and her brood were in my crib with me. Proof positive cats don't steal babies' breath!! My special girl's name was Phideaux (pronounced Fido), and she lived to be 16yrs 2mos.
The first cat I chose myself was Dusty, a smoke-gray kitty. To this day I don't remember how she came into our lives, but I do remember her only litter, born on MY bed, when I was 8.