Dear Lyra,

I don't know why you're suddenly being such a floppy purry love bug all over me because you still regularly bite my son (granted, he can be brash and annoying) but I still appreciate it.

Maybe it's because you got your cat door back and can go in and out whenever your royal highness pleases instead of looking mournfully at us.
You're welcome. Please don't start dragging prey in. At least not the live ones, and please please don't hide them under the couch. I'm out of the habit of checking every other day.