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My human mum picked me and moved me from my
cat mum in July 2005. For obvious reasons, the choice between my siblings and I was not hard for my new mum...
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The owner of my cat mum was going away on holiday, and needed to get rid of us
quickly. Therefore, I was a TINY baby when I was picked up by my new mum and dad. I was about 4 -5 weeks old. My new parents
brought a normal cat box to bring me to my new home in. It had a big towel in, on the bottom, and mum could hardly see me
in there. They thought I might cry on the ride to my new home, but to be honest, I slept all the way there.
I continued sleeping and sleeping for days. The owner of my old mum said to them that I could use a litterbox, and eat
all by myself. The litterbox was easy to learn how to use. I have only ever had one - 1 - highly embarrassing accident indoors.
but I did not know how to eat or drink. They were only a little bit concerned the first day I didn't eat. I drank a little
bit though. I was so little, I was IN my waterbowl when I drank, and that made me cold and wet...
I would not eat the next day either, so mum put catfood on her finger. I licked this up quite eagerly once I found out
it tasted nice. Mum tried to lure me over to the catfood bowl by leaving a trail of catfood going up to my little kitten bowl.
Duh, I would have none of that. I'm not that easily fooled. So mum kept doing the catfood on finger ploy a few times. Then
she dug her hand into my kitten food and let me lick it off her hand, very close to the proper food bowl. I sniffed and though,
okay then, and licked more food off her hand. Gradually she tricked me by removing her hand, and that's how I learned to eat
kitten food. Mind you, I was IN the catfood bowl when I was eating. Then again, it wasn't all bad, that's how I spent time
afterwards, licking it off my paws. Hehe.
So by now I knew how to use my litterbox, eat and drink, and how to look the most cute so everybody would fuss over me.
That wasn't hard to do as I'm naturally very capeable of gorgeousness.
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I now lived with my mum and dad and my grandmother. They all doted
on me and wanted to hold and cuddle me all the time. Back then, I quite enjoyed being cuddled. I used to sleep a lot, and
when I was sleeping, anybody could do anything to me. Aunty Gill was the best at combing me, as I had yucky fleas to get rid
off. She got rid of them all for me, and that was a relief.
I had a fun house to get used to, and lots of exciting places to sleep. The only place I didn't like to
slep, was in the expensive catbed my parents bought for me. It was a fancy one that could be a bed or a sofa, but uh, no,
I didn't think so. They also bought me a HUGE scratching post, and it looked kinda funny with me being tiny and the Catscratching
Post From Hell..
Then they let me go out. I was not amused in the slightest at first, everywhere smelled funny and was scary
and loud. I wanted to run back into my house. So my mum bought me a pesky Cat lead. Okay, let's get one thing straight...
CATS DO NOT WANT TO BE IN LEADS! So to the inventor of such contraptions! Shame on you! Anyway, we used to go for walks up
the garden, till I quickly learned how to get out of my lead. I scared mum to death by running away for ages and exploring
on my own. Mum used to come with me when I went on walks by myself, at first. I had a catflap as well, but I was quite scared
of it, as it had a mind of it's own and the door had it in for me. It used to hit me in my private areas when I went out of
it... Highly annoying.
Then I started going for walks by myself. At first mum still came out with me, which kinda cramped my style
a little. But at least I was rid of the lead.. I was a big boy now, sort of, and there was so much to explore. I could go
in all the gardens, I could climb trees, and I learned that the world was a big place.
It was still good to come home though. I kept coming back so I could see if they were still all there. I
also sometimes needed a cuddle, if something scary was outside. My food area was there, ready for me. Then mum got rid
of the litterbox. I'm bright, so when mum picked me up from the litterbox and carried me outside - I understood that I either
had to go to the toilet where she put me, or have a really embarrassing acident.
As a big boy who could go outside, go to the toilet outside, I was ready for the world.
 
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