My dear sponsors,

It’s hard when someone who loves you goes away for a while. I know, I know – absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that, but I tend to think that my presence makes one’s heart grow fonder. When my correspondent went away last month, though, I knew I had to settle for the standard “absence” formula, though, and I was looking forward to seeing her again.

But the day she returned to me, was she all mushy gushy and wanting to snuggle with me? No! I could hardly believe it when she walked in early one morning, said a quick hello…and then kept walking! I heard her say something about “covering a few shifts for Vance,” but whatever that means, she wasn’t spending the requisite amount of time with me.

I was not happy, to say the least.

But then it got worse. I waited patiently – I can be a patient cat, you know, I just don’t always choose to be patient. I knew that if I gave her time, she’d succumb to my charms and come smoosh me a little. When I saw her walk across the lobby towards me, I knew I was right. She approached, reached out her hand towards my head… and shoved pills down my throat?! I was a bit put out, to put it mildly. Here I was expecting love, and all I got was my morning medicine.

Lashing my tail and glaring at her departing back didn’t really make me feel better, but that’s when my luck changed. Gunther (who also happened to be ready to rumble) approached, and we had a high old time having some catly disagreements. Claws, yowls, some wrestling thrown in for good measure – it was very satisfying, not least because all the humans within earshot came running to pay attention to us. And they made Gunther leave. Ha.

Hey, speaking of cats I like to rumble with, I had a good argument with Jenny this month, too. No fisticuffs were involved, but I’ve gotta keep my rep, right? And do you remember how “sweet”, “darling”, “little” Oksana was annoying me not too long ago? It seems that the humans are on to her now, because now she’s on the same behavior helper medicine that I am. I could have told everyone she wasn’t so innocent, but they wouldn’t listen to Boots.

It didn’t take long for me to decide to forgive my correspondent. Being angry can feel just right for a while, but only if you can kiss and make up afterwards. Which we did. :o) I’d love to snuggle with you, too, and say a personal ‘thank you’ for loving me. And for not making me take my pills. I think that’s an important facet of our relationship.

Love,
Boots