Tell me about your very first cat

I don't remember my first cat because I was much too young to remember. I've heard stories from my mom though as to why she had to give him away. Apparently I was a very evil child. I first tried to flush the cat in the toilet. When that didn't work I thought I would "air dry" him by tossing him down our long hallway. After that didn't work I apparently thought it would be best to just put him in the dryer. My mom caught me before I turned the dryer on though. She got rid of the cat the next day. We didn't have another cat until years later when I was 7 and we still have him to this day. No, I didn't repeat what I did to the previous cat. I was much much more behaved at 7.

I never really had an interest in cats. But when me and my husband lived in an apartment he wanted cats...My first cats, I got two at the same time. They weren't kittens, they were about 5 years old. (how somebody could give away two of their pets to complete strangers is beyond me. I could never do that. One is black we named her Jezabel. She is a nice cat, but she has problems. She throughs up a lot and goes to the bathroom everywhere. The other cat is orange and white named Elizabeth. She is a very strange cat as well. She actually gralws, that was the first time I heard a cat grawl. But out of the two I became close to Elizabeth. She always sleeps above my head on my pillow. When my and my husband split up I took Elizabeth. Because of Elizabeth and Jezabel I now like cats. And I couldn't imagine going through a separation without her.

My very first cat was named Puff. I got him when I was 3 from my granddad. I loved him fiercely, but since my dad was in the army I was away from him much of the time. He stayed with my granddad who was his foster parent, I suppose. I got him as a tiny yellow tabby kitten for my birthday. He lived 14 years and grew to 13 pounds. He taught me what it meant to look into the eyes of an animal and see a soul that loved me. He instilled in me a lifelong love of cats and an unending desire to have at least one in my life. No matter how long we had been gone, the moment I came home he was 'mine' again, with me constantly, right by my side. I remember wanting so badly to be old enough to go to school, yet being devestated that I could not take him with me. I will always remember Puff, he remains in my heart forever.