My first cat was one that my sister always claimed "followed her home" from school! I was probably 4-5 years old. We named her Tinkerbell, and she was a Tuxedo. She was also very pregnant and gave birth, shortly after, to five kittens. I don't remember much about Tinkerbell, other than the kittens, but my mom told me later, when I asked, that she died after the kittens were born. We kept one kitten and found homes for all the others. Sleepy Petunia was the name of the one we kept. Unfortunately, after we moved to a new home, Sleepy was killed by a truck in front of our house.

Then came Tigger, who lived 18 years, long after we were gone from our home!