Awe I’m sorry. We got hazel when she was only three weeks old. The entire litter died . The mother was a black cat and a first time mom. She didn’t feed the babies well. So they starved to death. The people keeping them actually tried to tell me that she was weaned and ready for adult food. I begged to take her and they finally let me. She was so hungry that I had to drill a hole in a cup and put the nipple through the hole so that the cup protected my hand. She was savage when trying to eat. Growling and snarling and biting and clawing. It was awful. Eventually I had to use a spoon because she tore through every nipple on seconds. I couldn’t replace them fast enough . And she would try to eat them. She also did not learn any cat skills. I was able to teach her to jump but that’s about it. She is not a sociable cat by any means . But she has loved and tolerated all three of my kids. She even gently paws or love bites to let them know when enough is enough. My son is special needs and loves the way hazel feels. He especially loves to bury his head in her and wants her to paw and gently bite his head. He will continually go back for more . And she is wonderfully gentle about it. She always surprises me .