This is my cat, Baby.


Baby came to me as a stray who was being beat up by his brothers and sisters and not fed by his mother. He was very tiny, as you can see by the pictures, and needed to be bottle fed. Because he was so little, and too young to be away from his mother (if she was feeding him), I took him everywhere I went (except for work).
So anyway, when I bottle fed him, I held him like a baby -- belly up, in the crook of my arm. To this day -- over a year later -- he must have cuddles the moment I walk in the door. He wants to be scooped up, and held like a baby, and the top of his head rubbed.
Soon I will post a video of this -- he is so adorable. He even answers to Baby. I've never known a cat to answer by his name. But if I call out "Baby" where ever he was in the house, he comes running.


Baby came to me as a stray who was being beat up by his brothers and sisters and not fed by his mother. He was very tiny, as you can see by the pictures, and needed to be bottle fed. Because he was so little, and too young to be away from his mother (if she was feeding him), I took him everywhere I went (except for work).
So anyway, when I bottle fed him, I held him like a baby -- belly up, in the crook of my arm. To this day -- over a year later -- he must have cuddles the moment I walk in the door. He wants to be scooped up, and held like a baby, and the top of his head rubbed.
Soon I will post a video of this -- he is so adorable. He even answers to Baby. I've never known a cat to answer by his name. But if I call out "Baby" where ever he was in the house, he comes running.

