From Hunter the cat's point of view, this is from one year in his 20 year life.

Age 0, With Momma

I lift my head high and try to see
the blurry shape of others like me.

My kitten-ken are warm and hungry.
We bump and push on Momma’s tummy.

What’s this? I ask when a hairless paw
shows me the biggest eyes I ever saw.

“We’ll take him,” rings loudly in my ears.
“Come back at eight weeks,” brings me to tears.

Momma! I cry when back in the nest.
She licks me to set my mind to rest.

It won’t be long ’til you’re on your own.
You’ll train your friends by just the right tone.