A long time ago, on a kitty farm on the rolling English hills, there lived a kitty (as one might expect, being a kitty farm and all). He was quite snarky, constantly being put in his place by his older siblings, and generally annoyed everyone to no end. The worst habit, though, was his love of dirt. For some inexplicable reason, he was drawn to it. Hours, no! Days would go by while the kitten rolled around in the dirt, twitching in kitty bliss.

But one day, the big bad Nazi War Machine rolled through the little farm. Fortunately, a big-hearted worker who was secretly a Nazi tipped everyone off, and everyone and their kitties were able to escape. Except for that little dirt-loving cat, as he was too busy rolling around in the dirt.

So the tanks are there, rolling around crushing the farmhouse, and a misunderstood Nazi scientist with multilayered magnifying eyeglasses found the poor kitten squirming around in the muck. Doc, having always had a soft spot for animals (particularly those of his own creation), pocketed the critter and whistled innocently.

Later, at the Big Secret Nazi Base of TEH DOOM(tm), Doc took the kitty to his lab, where he would later prove all his theories to the world when he would create the first man-animal hybrid. Now Doc is a genius beyond genius, and such was able to get his genetic engineering perfectly the way he wanted it, even to the point where the subject's i personality /i would be copied over, a feat unheard of.

Weeks later, the catboy opened his eyes for the first time. Doc smiled and said "I shall call you Schrodinger". This of course was the logical name, because Doc had done his graduate thesis on the Schrodinger's Cat Theory, his favorite of all time because it combined his two chief loves, cats and science. Schrodinger grew into a spry young Hitler Youth and was loved by all. Well, not really. But he lived.

Years passed with nothing interesting happening, save for the creation of a FREAK army and some attacks on Hellsing. But one fateful day, Schrodinger was at the farm supply store, getting more oats for the FREAKS. Yes, they ate oats, because they're cheap and healthy. However, our young hero happened by a bag of topsoil, and in one instant his life changed. He couldn't look away. In fact, he slowly started to walk toward it, as if by some fixation that had been simply put in his head subconsciously.

Sitting their on the dirty floor of the store, hugging a gigantic bag of dirt, Schrodinger felt the happiest he ever had in his life (no matter how many store patrons were starting to give him odd looks)