Cheyenne was one kitten from a litter of kittens, whose mom had been born not 10 months earlier. We had neighbors who refused to fix their outdoor cats. Cheyenne's siblings were nursing from mom, and grandmom, it was really quite sad. I believe she refused to get wrapped up in that cycle. She literally climbed the tree, and jumped the chainlink fence to get to me when she was less than 4 weeks old. I dropped her back over the fence to her mama, and she came back over the fence a few days later. I knew she was meant to be mine.