People with cats remember the whole history of their cats. I remember when Mini Scaredy was born. I remember her mother Scaredy Cat. I remember her brother from that litter Mini Owl. I remember when Owl the tom cat first had sex with Mini Scaredy when she was 8 months old. I remember her having two miscarriages right on my blankets. I remember taking her to the Berkeley Animal Shelter to get her fixed (“Elohssa”). I remember accidentally hitting her on the head with a stick.
Among a zillion other memories.
You have a pet? You end up with a history.