I am born

Sadly, I remember little about my birth or my first two years of life. In fact, I cannot recall whether it was two years or two months after my birth that I went to live in Minneapolis with two adult humans and two or three young men who had not yet reached the age of majority. There is, however, one thing about which I am quite certain: my original name was not Mitzi. That was awarded to me upon arriving at the spacious house that would become my new home.