Well, well, well SpaghettiCatto, "who am I?" now there's a canny question, judging by the masked photo a purposeful force for change I'll be bound, there are shades of HG Wells' 1897 science fiction novella 'The Invisible Man' in there, do you remain invisible for the sake of a good cause that requires you to be active beneath the radar? Nonetheless, good evening and well met, most kind of you to join us, let a spirit of glasnost prevail.
Please excuse me for I stumble through a jungle of ideas related to your image.
Not a mid-century Italian terracotta cat by any chance? I once owned such a grinning figurine, a very calming influence, for a year it stood stately and upright on a table in the corner of my sparse rented farmworker's bungalow and spurred me on into another life. Although ownership has never been a good word in my dictionary, a rattle of trafficked conscript servitude perhaps! Yet that is perhaps the yoke of history from a time spent in a part of the world from which the slave trade was spawned and persists to this day, a cause emergent for us all to address with vigorous action.
I also note there is a rather viral song doing the rounds Spaghetti Cat (I weep for you) but I deem that a far too frivolous interpretation of the reason behind your arrival.
And leaping into alphanumeric transposition pattern mode as is our wont, SpaghettiCatto resolves down to an 8 not a 9, therefor I shall continue to dwell on your intriguing riddle, yet I do detect positive energies, for you have caused me to think long and hard in creative fashion which after all defines the 973-eht-namuh-973 purpose in life.
No matter, welcome SpaghettiCatto let us change the world for good together, who are you? Why the force of course, embracing the power number 9 that drives us all forward in our endeavour to put the state of our world and the relationships that bind us within it on a far better footing.