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Sometime around then I must have been born. I really had no idea what was going on, but my earliest memory is of feeding at Mum's nipples with my brother and sisters. I can't remember if my eyes were open yet or not. It didn't matter. All we really knew was that Mum was big and warm and furry and comfortable and we spent our time sleeping, feeding and being washed. Mum's big pink tongue combing our fur loomed awfully large in our lives in those days. The world was warm and dark and comfortable and we used to lie beside each other, listening to Mum's deep purring.