No, no, no, It simply isn't right! The girl is of course important, However-
Why, hello. I suppose that now that you are here, I should welcome you to Underland, and wonder, haha, exactly how you came to be here. You see, I was simply uttering to myself as to why little Alice may have her fame and fortune while the rest of us are left behind in the shadows, dull and forgotten. I've also been wondering how to recall my story before I am lost completely.
My travels through the mysterious world of Underland do not begin with Alice. Not hardly, in fact, she is but a mere moment in my days in the land of (thinking here, open to suggestions)
Now the pages are a-turning, I suggest you continue, as I discribe, in great detail, the world our beloved heroine stumbled, so clumsily, into. A world of dark jungles and razor cliffs with creatures foul and mighty. A home to those strange and of course mad, like myself. We are all mad here.
With that, I bring you to the beginning of the life of a cat, in a dreary town called Hogborough; somewhere between Wilmalow and Alderley Edge in Cheshire England.
It was raining that night, as It always was in Hogsborough. The rain hadn't stopped for years, or so said locals, a bitter group of people, gray and dull in spirits. Even in so small a town the folk couldn't be bothered to get to know each other, but instead looked down upon each other, rudely shoving their noses in the air.
In an alley near the corner of Nocturn and Royale, a gray mother tabby gave birth to a litter of five. The last, Chester, being named after his homeplace. A feisty kitten was he, causing trouble where he could, and keeping quiet and aloof where he couldn't. Ah, but an adventurer! Dancing across fences and skittering over storm drains. A storm drain, being where he meets his fate with Underland.
