before the origins

My Mom (she is not my biological Mom, do you understand? I’m adopted. But don’t worry, I’m OK with that) says that she had a dream about me before she knew me.
She was thinking about adopting a cat, and she had this amazing dream with a beautiful cat (me), with gray tabby fur (me), green eyes (me) and a lot of personality (me, definitely).
So, when she and the Dude decided that it was the proper time, they asked two friends (Sora and Ana) to help them to find… me.
And they did.

Me as a kitten

I can’t remember very well the first days with Mom and the Dude, but they tell that I was a little nervous and frightened. I used to hide behind the curtains or a big vase with plants but, when everybody was in the bedroom and the lights were turned off, I used to climb on the bed and tried to find a comfortable place to spend the night. Usually, over the Dude’s pillow (it is easy to get him out of there. I still do this until today).
And this is the pattern of my behavior since then: I don’t like very much when the people grab me and put me on their laps. It’s something that annoys me, can’t you see? But, if nobody is paying attention, I can get closer and closer and, sometimes, I even climb on a lap for some seconds. On these occasions, I ppppuuuuuurrrrr a lot, but only if nobody is paying attention. This is a private thing, so…
I know that Mom doesn’t like very much such behavior. In her dreams, I would be a very mellow cat, who would love to take naps in her lap and who would come when somebody calls.
But I stand all night in her side, warming her, covering her with my soft fur, even when she doesn’t notice this.
I think she should be very happy with me.