[He's curled in a ball on a couch in this house, his coat drawn over his head as the urge to speak roils in his throat. Finally, it becomes too much and he has to say something. He can't remember how to set it to private, so instead his words come out to the whole network.]

My mother died in childbirth, and my father never wanted me. I thought Mimi would help me, but when the tsunami came she closed her door to me! But I still miss her. I wish she hadn't died.

No one has ever wanted me to stay! Even the cats who like me never follow me when I leave. I'll always be alone. I'll never find true friends. People will always try to hurt me. I'll always have to hide! [His voice fades into a pained yowl before the recording stops.]