The story starts...

Today is just a few days before Valentines day. Good grief, do I get chocolate, or flowers? NO, not even a tiny shrimp for goodness sake. My day was rather uneventful, chased the orange kids around for a while, sat under the lamp and almost fried my ears, but mommy took me off the table, again.
Going back to my humble beginnings(wished mommy could figure out how to get my pic in here), she took my first picture when I had a bad hairday. Figures. I was only 6 weeks old, and grooming was not high on my list of priorities then.
She hemmed and hawed about my low body weight, 14 oz. All my brothers and sisters were so much bigger, and she called me a runt- a runt? I am the royal queen! Too bad it took everyone so long to figure out.
Enter Nicky and Rosie, a pair alright, only 2 weeks old and already abandoned, at least our real mom was still with us. He was a brut even then, but I fixed that since then. Rosie was even smaller than I was at her age, but she was healthy and I was not. No one knew that though. One night Nicky finally getting the hang of what a litterbox was all about, stepped in his own doodo, yep, and then he just screamed like a baby on fire. That was the night he saved my life. As I had a seizure and hung by my neck on the edge of the bed, having my airsupply cut off, he screamed bloody murder because he stepped into his poop. Boys! But it got my foster mom out of bed. She found me, and picked me up just in the nick of time. Of course by then all my muscles were cramped up and I couldn't move, or see. I was scared alright. Foster mom held me all night in a warm towel and rubbed my legs and body, that helped bring circulation back into my limp little body. But she didn't know I couldn't see a damn thing. She even called the Vet at 3 am no less, she never does that. In the morning she took me to see the Vet, one strange dude, of course they kept me. I let them know I couldn't see, I screamed and screamed and ran in circles- you'd think someone would notice? Ha, they couldn't wait for me to leave and called me names like psycho-kitten. The nerve. It took 2 days before someone figured out that I couldn't see anything for heavens sake. And a week before my eyesight returned, lack of oxygen they called it. I called it :why did it take so long for you humans to figure it out?
My mom finally left, as we grew big enough to be weaned. We were on our own, with this new human mom. But I didn't let her touch me, no way, no how. I got another name-kung fu kitten, little beasty. Imagine. Nicky grew like a monster kitty and soon was bigger than my siblings, he kind of was a cool cat, all soft and squishy. I liked draping myself all over him, and he didn't mind. I put a love curse on him, and he fell hopelessly in love with me.
Seeing how this is going to take a while to get caught up to todays date, I'll take a little break now, have to keep someone in line.