Dear Mehitabel The Brainless;
I am very sorry that you are now an only cat and may or may not miss your late brother. (It is impossible to tell because there is such a vacancy inside your skull that it shines out for all the world to see.) Mommy feels badly about this and has consequently decided to stop locking you in the basement at night. Mommy, however, is starting to reconsider her position on this issue. Performing your four a.m. rain dance on my chest and fighting madly with the bed mice (a.k.a. my feet) at five a.m. is not doing a whole lot for my quality of sleep, and I am becoming less well-disposed to your perceived loneliness in consequence. For pity's sake, cut it out! Or back to the basement you go, and you won't get any apologies from Mommy... and maybe not any Greenies, either!
Just you wait, Whirling Dervish girl... once school's out, we're searching for kittens. You'll look back on these days with nostalgia... if your attention span lasts longer than microseconds. (It doesn't.)
I should have named you "Meatball" instead of "Mehitabel"--it seems appropriate somehow.
Love you anyway, Foolish Feline.
Your Nutrition Dispenser And Jungle Gym