10 September 2004
An open note...
Dear Kitten,
I love you. You know this. But MUST you awake me at 4:30 am by banging on your food container? It is metal, and thus it sounded like the natives banging on the drums getting ready for some sacrifice! It was a bit disturbing, to say the least. It did not help when a few minutes later (as I was still trying to figure out what the noise was) when you ran into my room and pounced on the bed like you were being chased. It was only when we started to look around the house for the sound and you ran up to the can did I realize that it was you making that noise. Who would have ever thought that you would have such a talent for playing the food drums?
Please note, from now on, you are not considered one of the natives or one of the “up and coming” local acts - so please stop playing the food can, especially before the alarm goes off!
Thank you,
The Management
I love you. You know this. But MUST you awake me at 4:30 am by banging on your food container? It is metal, and thus it sounded like the natives banging on the drums getting ready for some sacrifice! It was a bit disturbing, to say the least. It did not help when a few minutes later (as I was still trying to figure out what the noise was) when you ran into my room and pounced on the bed like you were being chased. It was only when we started to look around the house for the sound and you ran up to the can did I realize that it was you making that noise. Who would have ever thought that you would have such a talent for playing the food drums?
Please note, from now on, you are not considered one of the natives or one of the “up and coming” local acts - so please stop playing the food can, especially before the alarm goes off!
Thank you,
The Management
