"Hi, my name's Merlin, and I'm Steven's cat. I was born in a big
warehouse in the middle of the winter, and left on a cold concrete
floor when my mother was scared away. I looked like a little pink mouse.
I was crying a lot. Some warehouse workers saw me, and one stuck an
orange traffic cone on top of me to keep the forklift from running over
me. I guess that was nice, but a blanket and some milk would've been
nicer!
"Anyway, somebody ended up taking me to the Morrises' house, because they knew that Steven always took care of hurt baby animals. He thought I was a mouse at first, and I had to mew really hard to convince him that I was a baby cat. He warmed me up, fixed me a bottle of kitten formula, and carried me around in a lunch box with him until I could open my eyes and learn to walk.
"He named me 'Merlin' because I have a big "M" on my forehead, and because he says I'm a Magic Cat for surviving. I like Steven a lot, and I give him lots of kisses."