Chapter 1.
My name is Meowth. Jesse and James told me to make a biography on my life's story. Oh, sure, you have seen the main part, how I fell in love with the girl Meowth, Blah blah blah, but you don't know the details, about my Mom, dad, sisters and brothers, where I lived, and my hard life on the streets. I guess I'll start my story.
When I first opened my eyes in the barn that my mother lived, I was in a heep of four outher Meowth's. (note. all of the folloing is a translation of what we said.)
My brother said, "Where's mommy? Wahhhhhhhh"
I said "Be quiet you dimwit, she's getting food for us." (I was a loud mouth evan back then)
My outher brother said, "How do you know?"
"Cause I'm the smartest, dat's why." I said the my brother, who I now call Loudmouth. my outher brother, the one who cry's all the time, I call Baby.
My sister said, "I want a Rattata, I hope mommy catches a Rattata, they taste the best."
"No way, Raticate tastes better." My outher sister said.
Now I call my sister's Rattata and Raticate. ( they HATE there nicknames)
I said, "Here comes Mommy now." Ah yes, my mother, a nice strong Persian. ( The only Persian I like.)
"Mommy!" Baby said.
Mom brought us a Pidgy.
"Yummy" Loudmouth said.
"I thought you left forever!" Baby said.
Mom smiled, "I'll never leave, you have nothing to fear." ("Sniff" Such happy memorys)
When me and my siblings were a month old, my mother took us to meet our father. He too, was a Persian. He had kind eyes, and seemed happy to see us.
"Ahh, my children, you all look wonderful, Persee they all look wonderful, just like you told me."
(Persee was my fathers name for my mother) My mom seemed very proud about this and began to clean us.
