I got Baby when he was 4 weeks old. He was born in my cousins meat shed in the country. For this litter of 7, luck would never be on their side. Momma cat was hit by a car one week after the kittens were born. They were then fed watered down, warmed up 2% milk. The first time I saw my little man was priceless. A foil pie pan of milk sat on the floor of the shed 6 kittens stood around it drinking. The smallest one, kitten 7 a ball of orange fluff, stood right in the middle loving his breakfast. They called him "Tiny". He was a spit fire and a half, pouncing and tumbleing his litter mates. I knew the track record of my cousins cats, they were barn cats, and lucky if they made it to 2yrs. I spent the weekend with "Tiny". I begged my mom and dad all weekend to let me keep him. Even my siblings were begging for me, knowing how very much I loved animals, and understanding I needed one in my life. Sunday came around and we were on our way home, "Tiny" now named Baby, slept in a tiny ball between my legs the whole ride home. Most of the litter did not make it to 6mo old, 1 lived to a year when she too was hit by a car, and one made it to 2yrs died of pnumonia. Baby was one lucky barn cat, and through the years he turned out to be just the fur kid I needed.

My perfect boy Baby at 15 years old, left for the bridge February 6, 2010. Baby was my first fur kid ever and the past few months has started to show is age. I had to put him on soft food and give him his own kennel with bed and box. He has been my best friend, my pillow, my leg warmer, my reason for living. I knew our time together was gorowing shorter, but even knowing still breaks your heart. No one could ever ask for a better kitty. My B-Love is now, and will always be, in my heart.

For my first born son, mommy loves you so much. I will miss you every day till we meet again. Rest well my beloved boy.