[She looked tired and troubled, you kept quiet and you were uneasy around her, being her only remaining kit. She couldn't find the right place for you, and she had a hard time taking care of you....She often told you stories to try to cheer you up though. She often complained about your bad living conditions.]

''....I hope you know I left your siblings on those doorsteps for their own good...I wish there was an available twoleg for you too.....'' [She muttered] ''Why...What did I do to deserve such rotten treatment? Why do things like this always happen to me?'' [She talks to herself.]

(Credit to murdermitties for the art!)