My human slave had just lost his mother after she lost a prolonged battle with ovarian cancer. He had also just lost his beloved pet dog, Jimmy, and his father to a stroke, all within the space of 6 months. He was distrought and lost. He was unable to function at this point.
His friend and neighbour had a cat that had just given birth to a litter of kittens, so he invited my human to come and look at them. My human sat cross legged in front of the blanket with me and my brothers on, when my momma picked me up in her mouth, and dropped me on to his lap.
"Looks like that ones yours when they are old enough.", said Brian
8 weeks later, I went to live with my human, and despite calling me names, he
functioned perfectly as a slave, and in return, I gave him something to live for
again.