Darling Hero,
Yes, I know that (even after living with us for nearly 2 years, and at a foster home for a few months before that) you don't believe that you will always be fed because of your time on the streets. But trust me, you will. No, we really don't need you knocking everything you can off of all raised horizontal surfaces in the hour or so before you get your dinner. Nor do you need to start crying at the door to the bedroom at 4 am-it's not going to get you fed any faster. Oh, and knocking the lamp off the bedside table means you're not getting bedroom privileges back any time soon.
Also, I know that with Daddy gone, you're left home alone more often, and for longer periods of time, but Mommy needs her social life to stay sane-you help, but human company is just a little bit better. However, this does not mean that you get to start acting up and doing all those things you know you're not supposed to do. Like scratching the chair/couch. Or jumping up on the table. Or jumping up on the kitchen counter, then up behind the microwave that's on top of the fridge, especially, since I can't easily shoo you off of that one!
Finally, yes, I know you want to be a big, bad hunter, but trying to claw through the window screen to get at the birds will only result in badness. You won't get the birds, and if you succeed in getting rid of the screen, well, it's a loooong 4 stories down to the ground!!! So, please, just watch the birds to your heart's content, and don't try to catch them!
Much love,
Mommy
P.S. I don't mean to laugh at your meow, but it really is the most pathetic meow I've ever heard, and makes me think we are starving you, but we're not. I promise.
