When I was born, like every other normal child. I received a gift from a family member.
It was like the gift of life. It was so precious to me...
Anyway, I had this strange connection that nobody knew about.
Anyhow, the present I received really bonded the connection. It was a cat.
A cat.
But it was a cat, in a cow costume.
Pretty normal.
So that was that. My childhood right there.
Name?
Simple.
Moo-moo.
Cause that's that the sound a cat would make, if it were in a cow costume.
Things to note about the cow:
So the cow had this tail with a triangle attached to it.
What did it mean?
I interpreted it as the sign of an evil thing.
An evil cat of awesomeness.
But I was evil with it.
I blamed everything I did on it.
I still have moo-moo although he doesn't do anything anymore.




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