I don't remember much about my early kitten years but I know I was adorable.The first two months of my
life I know that I was warm and
well-fed and that my brother and sisters slept beside me. Sometime one of them would walk right on top
of me to get closer to our mother. We
learned to get along together, to socialize, and of course, we learned
appropriate kitten behavior. Our mother
gave us a soft swat if we misbehaved.
After spending several months sleeping and eating, I was ready to step
out into the world and explore. I was
curious to learn about everything. What
is that dangling from the wall? If I bat
it with my paw it swings back and forth.
What is that bright warm spot on the floor? If I sit on it, it
disappears. My owner likes to play games too. Sometimes we play hide and seek
or we play with my toys. I love to crawl
into an open paper bag or a cardboard box.
The bag crunches and crackles as I move around and I can jump and pounce
on the shadows. I don't need my mother or my brothers and sisters to experience
these wonders. I am independent!
I can learn on my own.
And then the dreaded day arrived.
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