Lizzie and her three kitties (who don't have a blog - please remind Lizzie that ALL kitties should have their own blog if they want) asked me this question. Can you tell us where you came from? Do you know your parents?
The short answer is no, I don't know where I came from and I don't remember my parents. I wound up at the Cat Protection Society when I was around five years old, and had been there for three months when mum and dad arrived to adopt me.
Mum and dad think I had a very bad start to life because I was terrified of everything when I first came home, and when a man wearing motorcycle boots came to the house I freaked out. I don't let anyone touch my belleh, even after nearly six years of being here, and they think I was starved before because I ate so much when I arrived that I made myself sick. My furs were all dry, and I wouldn't let anyone pick me up. Dad thinks maybe someone used to kick me in the belly before.
Now I have a wonderful family (except for Teddy the Goon) who let me do whatever I want to do and I am very happy!