I was born on St. Patrick's Day, and this year I would have been 14 years old (I crossed the Bridge on May 1 of '06). Mommy remembers exactly when I was born, because even though my birth wasn't a "planned" kind of thing, Mommy was ready to adopt one of the kittens as soon as we were weaned. My Mom's name was Sage, and the litter was composed of nine other kittens. Mom held me in the palm of her hand when I was only weeks old, and I turned out to be the cutest of the litter (everyone wanted me but Sage's purrson said, "No, she's already spoken for"). When I went home with my Mom, I was so young that she needed to help me poop!
Mom misses me tremendously (I watch her all the time), and even though she has a house filled with feline love, I know that she thinks about me all the time.