My first pet, aka the first one the could legitimately be called "mine", was a beautiful grey tabby cat and my parents got her a few days after I was born. We had about 5 or 6 cats and one dog when I was kid (though I don't really remember the dog, whoops) but Jennifer (that was her name) was the very first cat that could be called "my cat". She slept in my room, usually on my head like some kind of crazy fur hat. She would chill on my bed when I played on the floor, and even was gentle enough and was chill enough for me to take her outside and sit on the porch! She wouldn't run and would actually come to me when I did that weird "come here" sound (the "psst, psst, psst" sound, you know the one) you do at cats. Heck, I even put the poor thing in a dress once! (I was like, five or something though, haha) She didn't even attempt to bite, claw or scratch me. That cat was amazing, and the patience of a saint.
