Hmmm, I've never been a dad, but I'm glad I had one, otherwise I wouldn't be here to tell the story. I have no idea who my father was. He might've been that ugly white cat who was hanging out with me in mom's backyard in 2004, along with the fluffy tortie cat. Come to that, maybe the tortie was my dad and the white one was my original mom. Mom called them Whitey and Fluff. Whitey once went into mom's house and pissed in one of the closets, right on mom's shoes. Boy, she sure wasn't happy about that. If he was my dad, then I must've gotten my good manners from the other cat, because I'd never do anything like piss in mom's closet.