I was four years old when I got my first pet. She was a calico cat that my aunt got for a friend and they couldn't keep. My mom decided we could have her. I was so excited as I had never had a pet before.
lol, as a kid never having owned a dog, I was jealous of the kids that did have one, I bought a leash and used to take tigger for walks around my neighborhood
We named her tigger after the winnie the pooh character. Tigger slept on my bed with me and I would pet her til I fell asleep simply because I was afraid if I didn't pet her she would leave.
Cats are normally pretty self reliant, but I remember one year when I was fifteen and working at the boy scout camp, I came home one night to grab some stuff and as I left, tigger was outside. She wouldn't come inside until I came in the door to show her I wasn't leaving. It was a lie, but I didn't want her out all night.