My cat Zig was raised by humans and I have no doubt that he was convinced that he was a human. In truth he was far better than our species. When he was two weeks old his mama met her fate with a coyote and Zig and his litter mates were found by his humans who fed him and his bros and sisters with baby doll bottles every couple of hours. When I first met Zig he ran right up to me, climbed my leg and told me he was my kitty. I am so lucky that he picked me! We have had such an excellent journey this past 16 years and he has been my purrrfect, loving companion. Zif has departed this life, but he will never depart my heart.
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