Kitty is six years old now and has lived with us since he was a baby of five weeks. He was the size of his current head when my friend who found him brought him to me. He turned up at Halloween, appropriately enough. I was only going to keep him for the weekend until she could find him a home, but Danny and I fell in love with him. Tiny though he was, he was a feisty little thing and he loved to play. He was also trusting and sweet. He still exhibits both those aspects of his personality. When I wake up in the morning, he’s on the bed, rolling onto his back for a tummy rub. But, I have to be careful in the evening before settling in, because this is often how it looks from my side of the bed.
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