Furball
The first thing you need to do when you move into a new neighborhood (or a new world, for me), is scope out the natives. I already knew Mom and Dad -- they were in my face constantly. The one that had me confused was the big black furry thing with big ears.
Now, I was okay with the idea of sharing this new territory with other people, but I was quite sure that this thing with big ears was not related to me. The problem was, I was the new kid on the block. I was an outsider -- uninitiated, so to speak. Mind you, I knew I was safe with Mom. The first day back from the hospital, this walking mound of black fur (which I later learned was named, aptly, Furball), decided to mark the new arrival. Mom was not pleased. Mom drew me close to her and gave Furball a look that I wish I could have seen. Unfortunately for Furball, she did see it. Furball left without incident, and I didn't see her for weeks.
What I failed to take into account was the fact that Furball had already staked her claim to my bassinet. You see, the bassinet had been purchased several months before I was born. Mom and Dad, living in a small house, threw the bassinet into the corner of the bedroom and forgot about it. Furball did not. Furball doesn't take kindly to new objects being introduced into her realm without her approval. This item, as it so happens, met her approval with flying colors. In fact, it became Furball's day bed. (This would explain the occasional black hair in my mouth). When I arrived on the scene, and Mom made it clear to Furball that she was not to go near me, Furball decided that she needed to rethink her sleeping arrangements.
After a few weeks went by, Furball decided she needed to petition for visitation rights. Suddenly, I started seeing her stalk me from the bed. She would slink along when Mom was out. Then she started to mark the sides of the bassinet. I was beginning to wonder if Mom was ever coming back. I guess Furball decided that the coast was clear and decided to go for the gold. She was about to crawl into bed with me when Mom walked in. That was the end of that. I don't think I really saw Furball leave -- it was more like a black streak through the room.
At this point, Furball decided she needed some new sleeping quarters, and this was just peachy with me. I was having enough trouble sleeping with those incessant woofing noises to be bothered with the threat of a cat sleeping on my belly