Dear Delores,

I would like you to know you really hurt my feelings this morning. Yes, I admit I flawed in my step and compromised the integrity of your tail, but I think that your reaction was a little over the top. I understood my mistake with your obnoxious scream. You could have stopped there. But no, you felt it a worthy score to scratch at my ankle and make that dreadful noise that sounds not unlike a truck with a seizing engine. Only to further display your irritance by glaring at me for the rest of the morning. Really, you could even have stopped there and things would have been fine. Did you really need to bite me as I pet you goodbye? I meant no offense; I was just offering a gesture of truce. Sometimes, Delores, I feel like we just aren’t communicating like we used to.

Also, I would appreciate it if you stopped burying my socks in your litter box. Thank you.

Sincerely,
Kendra