How it all began

Mom said that when I was really little I had another Mom who was a feral cat or something like that. She ran away when I was born so Mom got me and fed me yuumy stuff from a bottle until I got big and strong.
I don't know if I believe her or not because sometimes you just can't trust the bipeds.
Anyway, so Mom brought me home and fed me. She had a cat named Punkins who was big and black and fluffy. When I was little, Punkins was good to snuggle with and she let Mom know when I couldn't reach something like the bed or the litterbox by meowing till Mom came around.
Punkins wasn't all that much fun though, she was really quiet and timid. When I got bigger and wanted to play, Punkins didn't want to play with me. I would sit on top of her and try to play and she'd just lay there. She was still cool though.
I got enough playtime with Mom, especially when Mom was getting ready to have her litter, I like to sit on her lap and watch the baby move inside her stomach. The first time I saw it, I got really freaked out. I just wasn't normal ya know?
Anyway, I have to go take a nap and make sure to remind Odin and Tyr that I'm in charge.