My name is Marty

I was born sometime in November 2010 (my 'mom' can't remember the exact date) in the beautiful town called Zamboanguita. It's a happy, laid-back, peaceful town, full of simple-living human beings... but anyway, this is not about them. So, I have 2 siblings, a boy and a girl. Unfortunately, I was too young when mom took me from my surrogate mother that I barely know my siblings' names; I think one of them is named Lang-lang. I was about 1 month old then.

Mom said her grandma, Lola Oding, who is my surrogate mother's mistress, gave me to her as a Christmas present. By the way, I think mom is a semi-antisocial kind of person; that's probably why her granny thought a cute cat like me would make good company. I first met mom in December 2010. I think she thought I was cute as she couldn't stop staring at me, stroking my fur and tracing the black-and-white stripes in my tummy. Although I was too young then, I remember enjoying the pleasurable strokes. I think we made a great first impression with each other at that very moment.

On January 3, mom put me in a Smarties chocolate box, readying to take me to her apartment in the city. She poked two tiny holes in one of the box's sides, so I could see what's going on outside; thus, I saw that we were seated right behind the driver. Mom was crazy! What was she thinking? Every time the driver honked his horn, I could feel my ears explode and bleed! Oh, that horrible, loud, earsplitting noise was just too much for my sensitive ears. All in all, the bus ride was a giant stress, and I thought I'd die from heart attack before we could make it to the city — the city which I never thought I'd survive living in.

Forty-five minutes later, we finally got off that horrible, loud-sounding thing. Mom opened her rusty red gate, and that was the first time I heard its clanking.