Before we start with this quite engaging story, there is something that needs to be said about the universe. Not that the universe has anything to do with our story, mind you, it doesn't. But still the universe (if you so choose to believe) is only one and it has always been there and will always be there as only one, so everything is more or less connected. Well, not everything, but a good chunk of it is.
Enough of that, the point of this little speech is to explain that, contrary to popular belief, the concepts of probability, statistics and aleatoricism aren't that different from each other in reality. That is to say, one can guess that after a quite loud fart there will be little to none unpleasant smell, while a silent one will require to leave the area for say, "some air". But nonetheless there are loud farts that are smelly, silent ones that are as if they never existed and there are farts that actually don't smell so bad, but not good. And there are also turds that will disappear inside the toilet before you turn around to check on them. But that is another story.
This story, on the other hand, is one of those let's say "odorless silent farts"; it doesn't amount to much, nobody really notices it is there to begin with, yet it is so rare and unique that it is in fact relevant.
This is a story about adventure, about kinship, about the little guy that through hard work and lots of slacking off became "oh that guy" whose name nobody really remembers, from zero to nobody, from now to infinity, this is the story of a life, of your life, of YOUR MOM's life, of something more amazing than a silent fart that doesn't smell but stains your underpants.
This is the story of a cat.
Your cat. I mean, you, the cat.
What is your name again?