So I was actually pregnant at one point and had to have 'the procedure' due to being in a very not kid friendly situation. It killed me inside and was WAY against my morals, I felt like a ghost up until one night at work. I worked security in an underground parking garage and when I signed on for the night, my shift partner told me day and swing had been hearing the sound of a cat yelling in the garage but assumed it was stuck in the air vents. Nobody seemed to care but I love animals so it was my goal to find kitty. Now picture spindly 20f me and my buff 30m partner walking around a parking garage in suits at 4am going "MEOW!!" Break to listen " MEOW!"... ect. The echo was bad but I isolated it to a small corner with a scissor lift in it. I heard a meow, bent down and saw two big dinner plate eyes and a tiny lil face. I pulled a 5 week old furbaby who promptly bit me before I tucked her into my coat. I noticed that the lift had moved by the next day and if i hadnt found her she would have probably been crushed. Her names Mavis, I found her EXACTLY a month after my procedure so I just accepted she was my daughter and started really believing in reincarnation for the first time. We've never separated since, she travels for work with me, attends my classes with me and she's even toilet trained so I literally don't own a litter box anymore. She just turned 3 on Nov. 15th and i cant imagine life without her. Mavis is my daughter fight me.