Ngaio was born in September of 2009, one of a large litter of Russian Blue kittens. There was nothing in particular to distinguish her from her brothers and sisters. Like them, she was a small, grey mewling thing with big, innocent, green eyes. But unlike the others, who were truly innocent, Ngaio's eyes were back-lit by the hottest fires of hell. She bided her time, crawling around and looking cute, until one day . . .
A man was looking to delight girlfriend with a special gift. He cleverly realized that a kitten would not only make his girlfriend happy, but also give him all the joys of having a pet without having to feed and clean up after it. It was an ideal plan, but also foolish, for he unwittingly let loose the powers of evil into my apartment. Now she reigns over my little space with a merciless paw in iron softpaws.
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