It started a long long time ago, in a land kinda far away. It involved a rabbi, a priest, and an inappropriate talking moose named Al. After a lot of screaming and yelling, there was me. I was a small little kitten, with more fluff than fur. And on my face lie a full grown mustache. Instead of gasps and cries from the crowd of my home, I was praised for my classiness and given this hat and cookie to celebrate the birth of me, and my mustache.