Cheetah

Back in the 70's I was a bit of a hippy and ran around with a bit of a tough crowd. I had a little black poodle and Smokey an beautiful old grey cat that was more of a blue/grey in the sun.

One of the gals in the group had a cat who had had a little of kittens recently and the mother had gone dry. There were only 3 kittens and they were barely 3 weeks old, they could have been a month old, but just by a few days and she hadn't really weaned them.

I took one of them and he was so very tiny! I took him home and fed him every time he cried, I don't remember what I fed him but he started to get stronger and once he was fed quickly started to grow.

He loved to lay on my face. It was kind of fun. If I woke up he would decide that I should get up. If I would just lay in bed he would start at my feet and lay on me. It that didn't work he would work his way up my body until he was at my face. If that didn't do it he would just lay right on my face so that I couldn't breathe. I would have to get up and feed him then. LOL

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