As you are totally unaware, my Grandmother died this weekend and I will be traveling to Fargo for her funeral. I ask for your cooperation during this difficult time. Things have been going well between us recently, and I need to know I can count on you this week.
Please do not bite your friend Amy. Amy's is the hand that will be feeding you this week. Don't bite it. We have talked about this before. Let's see if we can't treat our friends with respect.
Please do not poop on the floor. I get it. You don't like it when I leave. Well, I don't like it when my Grandmother dies, but no matter how upset I am feeling, I always use the bathroom. Because I'm a grown-up. And so are you. Acting out in this way is simply ineffectual and it is not helping you to make friends.
And finally, how about you don't stand by the door and yowl all day long? This is disturbing to the other tenants- they think you are dying painfully and alone. I promise that I will return on Sunday. I promise that Amy will feed you- and if you don't bite her she might even pet you.
Trixie, you and I have done the hard work necessary to make this relationship a success. I know that with your help, our reunion on Sunday night can be joyful.
The Center of Your Tiny Universe.