Oh well that's a long story. Recently he told me all about it. Well it all started one day when he forgot to feed his pet cockroach. Meowsers' pet held grudges against people for years when it came to food. Later that same day, the roach managed to get his hands (or legs
or something) on some medieval weaponry. It tipped a sword over as Meowsers walked by. This caused a large cut on his back, taking one of his 9 lives (He only had 3 left after this point since the other 5 were taken as a result of a house fire he started trying to put out water.
It didn't work) . The cat then ate the cockroach.

The next day Meowsers Kittypants went out for a stroll. As he went down the street, his injured back was misinterpreted by a street gang of pigs called "The Bloody Bacon Sticks" or some other shitty name. They thought it was a gang sing of their rivals, "The Killer Kitties" or some other name equally as stupid. The pig gang shot him in the chest. Only once since they realized their mistake. Meowsers died again, now he only had 2 lives left.

later that same exact day, he encountered more troubles. he was staggering home when he didn't notice an uncovered manhole. He was approaching it steadily and as soon as he was about to fall in he was hit by a car. This was the only account of anyone seeing a cat flying through a window several meters away from where he was hit. The back of his head was hit pretty badly. By that I mean all the flesh was smashed away, exposing his skull. He died yet again as soon as he was hit by the car. (The car was actually driven by the rainbow kitty). Thus leaving him on his last life.

Ever since those two days of medieval mishaps, dangerous misunderstandings, and severe head trauma, he decided to do very dangerous things. With his logic, he thought that because he was so seriously injured by doing everyday tasks, he figures that doing dangerous things will be safe for him. I don't know. Must have been the painkillers making him think like
that..

He never was the smartest kitten in the litter.