Dear newly adopted kitty Sheba,
Can you please keep in mind now that although you used to live as a street urchin under the porch of the kind woman who brought you to the humane shelter last October, that you are now a safe and beloved indoor feline living in the lap of luxury?
I mean, was it really necessary for you to unexpectedly dash out the kitchen door between our legs this morning at 5Freakin' degrees into the snow and ice and run merrily down the driveway, thus scaring the crap out of us and causing us to chase after you coatless and gloveless in our socks in the snow before you disappear altogether?
But Thank You at least for having enough common sense in your little kitty walnut brain to then have a "Hmmm..." moment, turn around, and dash back up the driveway to the porch and back into the house, to our amazed and extreme relief!