Two-Legged but Strong: Story of a Two-Legged Kittypet

This story is about a kittypet named Anakin who was born with no hind-legs. My first story.

Prologue
The sun shimmered on the snow outside, making it sparkle. Fog formed on the window, frost outlined in swirls. Wind weaved through the twiggy branches of the trees, setting them rattling. Ice lined the trunk, forcing it to shine.

Inside, on the other paw, was warm and cozy. A tabby cat lay in a fuzzy pet bed, accompanied by a large white tom. He gazed down at her belly, where a small, black and white kitten was suckling. The tabby looked up at her mate, sorrow in her green-and-amber depths. The white tom licked her in between the ears.

"Why?" the she-cat murmured, sorrow filled her voice, "How will he move around?"

The white tom puffed out his chest, his chin held high, "He has his two front legs," he meowed firmly, "He may not be able to walk like a normal cat, but he is still special." He bent down and licked his two-legged son.

The she-cat smiled, the sorrow leaving her. She swept her tail over her black and white kit, "What are we going to name him, Alaska?" she mewed.

The tom licked his chest thoughtfully, "I have a name," he mewed, standing up, he turned to face the window, then craned his neck to look at his mate, "We will name him Anakin."

The she-cat smiled, and looked at the scrap of fur at her belly. "Anakin," she murmured. Then she looked into Alaska's amber eyes and nodded, "I like that name."

The newly-named kit felt it's way up his mother's belly and mewled as if in reply. And then, like a miracle, it pulled itself in between his mothers paws.