I can remember as far back when I was 2 years of age. I remember crying about a small black cat being wet and cold. My heart went to the little kitty. I ran toward my mother and asked her to dry the kitten for me. I recall my green shirt and white short pants were wet as I held the kitty in my arms. The shivering little cat understood that my concerns were dire, as she quietly took shelter in my small arms. My mother stared at me funny, her face expression was in an awe. I did not understand then why she seemed amazed that my behavior to rescue a small scrawny kitty recounted her own childhood memories. Still, this is one of my earliest, there is more but I suppose this one is special to me, since I love cats dearly.