Dear Ransom,

More than anything I wanted to go bike riding today. It is sunny and warm. It is nearing the end of September and I don't know how many good riding days are left. But as I made the bed this morning, I found your most recent "throw-up" on the queen size quilted bedspread. I thought we had gotten past that stage of your life. Now I have to spend the afternoon at the local Laundromat!

When we went on vacation, my brother came over, gave you a treat, and cleaned the kitty litter every day. You never threw up that whole two weeks we were gone. If you did, I never found it. So now you are back to your old habits. I read somewhere it could be because we are stressing you out. Well, my brother does not want to adopt you so you can be around less stress, so please try to be more considerate. If you must throw up, please do it on the bathroom floor where it is easy to clean up. Thank you.