- my bed
- my ottoman
- my floor
- a receipt that was lying on the living room floor (you got props for that one, though)
- the rug in the living room
- the kitchen table
- the coffee table
And, again, it’s starting to seem kind of malicious because of the frequency that this throw up is found in my room. Sookie, I’ve even seen you come into my room, throw up, and leave my room. I’m glad you feel safe in my room, I guess, but enough is enough. My bedroom is not your own personal pukeatorium.
Your mother (my roommate) is under the impression that you eat too quickly and/or have a sensitive stomach. I think it’s your need to be the slimmest cat in the house. But let’s face it. You wouldn’t have a problem maintaining that status even if you didn’t purge. Your sister Pixie and sister-cousin Marnie are always going to be the fatties.
Sookie, I hope that you will not take too much offense at my desire to voice my concerns. Also, if you do not understand this letter due to your lack of mental capacity, please allow Pixie to interpret in a way that you can understand.
With Concern, Mild Annoyance, and Moderate Love,