Don't leave, she says.
I don't like these bags.
I realize I have been ignoring you and that perhaps I could be a little more receptive when you call my name but still, this has gone too far.
Maybe I could have been a little more appreciative of the fresh chicken (even though we both know it should have been shrimp).
Maybe I could have purred a little louder when you pet me.
Maybe I could sit on your lap and not just her lap.
Maybe I could have given you my happy face more often.
But still, there is no reason for this madness,this disruption of routine, this intolerable action.
Don't forget me - I will be waiting.