Cats in my life - part one

I love cats. Through the years, my family always had a cat at home. I like their beauty, graciousness, cleverness, their independence and at the same time their warm connection to their home and owners.
So I want to tell you about the cats I have had. They were so cute, they
had really deserved it.
The first one was a clever one. He was an adult cat when I was born, and he immediately understood that I pretend to took the time and attention of all of the family members, and rather hated me for that. He had never entered my room, he bit those who held me put me on hands, and had left me a little scar on my cheek. On the other hand he knew, that I'm small and stupid, but part of his family, and when I was in trouble he howled to call somebody to help. I almost don't remember him at all, since he died at the age of eighteen when I was 5 years old and my parents was so sad that they promised themselves no more cats at home. One year later we adopted another cat. Whelp.