Hello, my name is Marble, and I'd like to tell you a bit about myself. I was born sometime in April of 2001, and from what I remember, I spent the first two weeks of my life in an old couch.

One day the garbage truck came to take the couch away, and when one of the men picked it up to throw it on the truck, I fell out and landed on the pavement at his feet. He called to his partner to shut off the truck and scooped me up in his hands. His partner came rushing back, looking around to see what the commotion was about and then saw me. All of a sudden they heard a very faint mew from somewhere inside the old couch, so I was wrapped up nice and warm inside the truck while they looked for the source of the other mew. The two men tore the couch apart, but all they found was one more kitten; my sister Tigger. Not knowing how to care for very tiny kittens, they called their friend Nick, who said he'd take us and look after us till we were old enough to be adopted.

"Unca Nick" immediately took us to the vet to make sure we were healthy and find out just how old we were. Was he ever surprised when he was told we were no more than two weeks old! He picked up supplies for us and took us home to meet his two cats Magick and Marvin. Magick took to us right away, and took over being our mother, except for the feeding part of course. Marvin, on the other paw, tried to pretend we weren't there, and went on about his business as if we didn't exist.

One day not too long after we had been at Unca Nick's, my new mommy and daddy (although they didn't know it at the time) came to see us.