The folks at the estate never took the time with me. For as long as I can remember I've been allergic to cats, doesn't sound that big of a deal does it? Well it's pretty bad when you're allergic to cats and you yourself are a cat, yep you heard me right, a cat that is allergic to other cats, can you feel the irony here?

My name is Shadow, I'm a black, , and that right there is one-of-two things that makes me an outcast, with that whole "black cats bring bad luck" thing. I was born from a litter of six, five boys, one girls, we were born and grew up in a large in New York, the women that owned the house was one of those "high class aristocrats" kind of people. She was kind towards mom and my brothers, just not towards me, because I was born black. You see, mom had three other litters before us and they've came out the same way, all white, just like mom. The women was happy to see that my brothers came out white, said it signified them being of high class like their owner, I guess you could call them "Aristo-cats".

I never got to really know my family, with me being allergic to them and all. As I grew up I spent most of my time outside just climbing trees and chasing birds all day. Until the big day came around, the day where everyone gets to go to their new homes. Everyone except me. I accepted the fact long ago, even as a kitten, that no one would want me and that I wasn't going to get a new home in this society. So I did what I thought was right, I ran away.