Dear Pink

Dear Pink,

While I realize that you own this house I would like to ask you respectfully and reasonably like a tenant would a landlord, to PLEASE STOP SHITTING IN THE BATHTUB. I realize that if you are going to shit in the house to show your displeasure that your cat box is not located at the foot of the bed where you lounge that the bathtub is a pretty ok place. But what I really need you to do, is to keep it in the box, Buddy. Your box is clean for goodness sakes.
Also, why must you insist on drinking from the toilet like a dog? Your water bowl has been cleaned and is full of fresh clean water. I won’t even allow Connor to put his fingers in it and scolded him the other day when he picked up the water bowl and poured it into your food dish. Don’t be angry with him, he’s just trying to help you multitask.
I realize that you don’t get near the attention that you used to. I’d be happy to hold you in my lap all day, if you would let me, next to the toddler and the baby, but you’ll not be having any of that. I can’t say that I blame you I guess, but your fear of the toddler makes it hard for us to give you the attention you are craving.
One more thing, I would like to gently mention. It is NOT OK to waltz down the hallway at 3am caterwauling like you are lost. You are not lost and we are not missing, since we are still laying in the bed that you just got out of so that you could go and use your loudest voice to wake the sleeping toddler. We do not like this. No, not at all.
I know that you are upset that you aren’t getting your can of food each day, but the vet said it wasn’t good for you and would stress out your kidneys. I only took you to the vet because I thought that something might be wrong with you since you were using the tub as your personal litter box. It only cost me 150.00 to find out that nothing is wrong with you, and that you shouldn’t get a daily can. So the lack of a can, buddy… you brought that on yourself.
We’ll try to do better with the attention thing. I’ll try to talk to you more, play with and brush you more and give you a little bit more catnip. Sometimes we forget that you were our baby first. Sorry about that. And the toddler… don’t worry. Sometimes he scares us too.
Love,
Mommy