Okay, I use to live in this small village called Columbus, Texas with a nice family. One day they let me out to explore and I got lost. I couldn't find my way home and stayed in a shed behind Morgan's house for two days, meowing. Finally Morgan came and found me, and they started feeding me food from their last cat that died because I was only a kitten. They continued looking for my owner because I was still wearing a nice yellow collar. After a while I didn't find my home, but Morgan and her family were moving. Morgan convince her mom not to leave me behind because I had relied on them so much. They put my in the car with my best buddy, Blu (who was still a puppy) and we drove to a new place called Bryan, Texas. Morgan doesn't own me anymore. I now belong to her grandma, who lost a black cat named Floppy a while back. Alot of cats don't like Morgan's Grandma, but they say I was meant to be her cat because I don't mind when she squeezes me and I want to go somewhere else. they got me fixed and now I'm fat. A couple of times I go to Morgan's house when Her grandma and grandpa need to go somewhere for a long time, and sometimes she comes to visit. Last time I saw Blu she was a real big dog. I scratched her on the face because I didn't know who she was at first, and she scared me, but we're still friends. Tard and Oatmeal are also my friends 'cause I got to see them when they were Kittens and Morgan was Baby sitting me. I also know Odie, because he lived in the house with Blu in Columbus. I don't know Rusty though, but I do know he's Blu's brother.