In 1995, one of my son’s friends was giving away
kittens and she asked us if we wanted one. We spend about two weeks deciding if we wanted another
cat. Finally, we determined that we did want another one.
We went to pick him up and as soon as we saw him
he fell in love with him. He was a tiny little thing. We brought him home and after a few hours of
him being scared, he started to come around and started to get used to us. We hadn’t thought of a
name, as we had not seen the kitty until we picked him up. We noticed that he would wake up every
two and a half to three hours and asked to be petted, and when sleeping he would do so just like a
baby. Therefore, we named him Baby.
It took a little time for the oldest cat to get
used to Baby, and when he did, he started teaching Baby everything he knew, including how to seat
at the front door and “sing” to attract the birds outside. Just like to oldest one, Baby made a
trip to the Vet so he could not only get his shots but get neutered. When he came home from the
Vet the oldest cat was very careful and caring of Baby.
Baby grew up being very attached to us, and he
demanded attention and to be petted more often than a normal cat. As far as he is concerned the
more he is close to a person the better he feels. The time came to take him back to the
Veterinarian for his regular annual check-up. When my husband brought him back home he told me
that Baby suffered from Asthma. I thought that it was amazing that the cat would be an asthmatic
just like I was. Needles to say, Baby started to get more attention than before and he loved every
minute of it.
When he is not feeling well he goes and lays down
on my pillow or my husband’s pillow and sleeps until he feels better. Recently he had a very bad
asthma attack and I was afraid that he would have to go to the hospital but the asthma finally
stopped and he slept most of the morning. In the afternoon he was feeling better and was back to
his normal self. He spent some time playing with the other two cats. Even though Baby is
attached to my husband and I and he requires extra attention from both of us. it was obvious from
the beginning that his favorite person was my son. Baby goes out of his way to get my son’s
attention and affection. Not that he needs to do so, but he demands a lot of constant attention
from him when he is around. However, when we have a visitor, he hides in my bedroom until the
person is gone and then he comes out. He does not like strangers.
He is a very interesting character and I don’t
know what my life would be without him and the other two cats. They keep me company and give me a
lot of love.
