I was born a normal cheetah so long ago I cannot remember when. It's been hundreds of years, but that is all I know.

The name FoolKat was given to me by my owner, a court jester who also fancied himself an exotic animal trainer. If I'm being honest, he wasn't a very good one. His method of training was torture, involving whips and starvation.

I was raised to be a circus freak; an accent to my owner's pathetic career. However, one day, he went a little too far with his neglect. I don't know how long it had been since he'd last fed me, but he tended to leave me locked in a cage and starving until right before a show when he'd feed me a large meal of raw meat before we went on stage. This time, he forgot to feed me before unlocking the cage.

My instincts took over, the hunger making my mind go blank. The next thing I remembered was chomping on meat while my owner screamed in pain. Before he passed, his intestines pouring out, he cursed me.

"You will suffer for this," he said. "You will continue to roam the Earth until you can make a million people laugh."

How was I to do that? As a cheetah, I could do nothing to make humans laugh. I wandered for a few hundred years, unable to die no matter how hard I tried. Then, one day, I grew a second tail. I'd heard the rumors of monster cats that gained powers after growing a second tail, but I thought it was all a lie.... Until it happened to me.

My power transformed me into a humanoid, which gave me the chance to break my curse for good. My twin-tails also gave me the ability to transform between male and female versions of myself.

Now, I must entertain the masses and hope that those who watch me enjoy the show. I prey for the day that a million people laugh and I can finally pass on.