The Early Years
from good alley cat stock. Nobody is quite sure exactly when I
was born, and I can't remember that far back myself. But Softie
(my human) tells me that it was probably sometime in 1998.
spent the first few years of my life fending for myself in back
yards and alleys. It was a bit of a difficult existence, but
there was a nice old lady named Mary who would feed me from time
to time. She called me "Wiskars", and all in all she was very
good to me. I thought about moving in with her, but she had two
really big and mean cats, and I was much too afraid to come near
the house. She did make me a nice house with blankets though, so
that I wouldn't get too cold in the winter time.
one day, while on my rounds, I noticed a cute little girl
("little" being a term of endearment, not a description of size)
flirting with me from a garden level window. Her name was Daisy
and she was black and white, with a pink nose, just like me! (I
think she came from good alley cat stock too.) She wasn't mean
like those other kitties, and we'd spend hours and hours talking
and purring through the window. She told me that there was a
nice human named "Softie" who lived there and gave her great
food, and said that I should come move in with them.
However, there was one complicating factor. Softie wasn't really
the head of the
household. The house was run by a feisty Manx named Mow. I think
that Softie actually spelled her name wrong, it should have been
"Mao", like the Chinese dictator because she ruled the house
with an iron paw! It wasn't really that she was mean, she was
just a princess, and Daisy didn't understand that one must give
great deference to princesses. Well, relations had degenerated
to the point that Mow was the upstairs cat and Daisy was the
downstairs cat. All in all this wasn't a bad solution, and
Softie made sure to spend time with both cats every day, but
Daisy did tend to get a little bit lonely.
that point, I knew that I was needed, but Softie wasn't so sure.
(I think she figured that she already had enough trouble!) But I
was undeterred, and I set about the task of convincing Softie
that it would really be better for everyone if I moved in.