A Note from Napoleon

I was born in a tent garage that leaked to a family of 5 kits in the dirt. My fur mother did her best and my big brother helped out, but a dog killed my sister and I had been hungry many a day trying to catch iguanas that were bigger than me.
Then my skin mother took me from my big bother when the dog killed little sister and carried me home. She slept with me on her heart all night so I wouldn't be frightened and promised to care for me the rest of our lives. Skin Mother is no spring chicken or I would have eaten her. She even rescued my two sisters and brother with my help.
I swear by the Great Goddess Bastet, my little white feet will never touch dirt again and I will sleep with my Skin Mother for all our days.
Janice- Good Goddess, he is such a drama queen. No more watching Gone With the Wind for him. He got his brother to come out but I had to trap those little sisters and drag them from under the air conditioner. It took me two days to find them while he luxuriated in the shop every day with a warm bottle of milk until I noticed he had a full set of teeth all because I was too soft hearted to leave him at home. He's been playing me like a violin ever since. Oh, and he snores.