My kitty came to me when i was just a little girl. she was a homeless kitty and me and my parents loved the kitty and took her into our home. We called her baby the second because i had just lost a previous kitty named baby. She was such a funny cat, and i got scratched so many times as i was quite rough with her as a child. for example i would trap her under a cothes basket and watch her try to move it around the floor, sometimes i would try to put her in the toilet and dress her in my doll cothes. I would try to put her in the basket in the front of my bike...there are many things my poor kitty had endured during the younger years, but as we grew up, all was forgiven and she and I become very close, as she would always sleep on my bed and in my lap.