Don't ask me how old I am, my answer will anyway be: as long as I can remember I am a cat. (I am not very good at dates; you know cats do not care about the time at all…) If I remember well, I was just a normal kitten, not Persian, not British or African savanna, just a normal gray house cat with black stripes, big blue eyes and a long black tail. I was adopted by a family with 2 kids. They had a really huge villa near the city and two dogs. I was given food, water and a place for sleeping and resting. In general everybody was really nice to me, but I was scared of dogs. They were so huge and I was so small, such a poor kitten. They were chasing me all the time and trying to catch my tail. Only sometime after, I could understand they were playing with me (one old cat told mein the garden.)I...