I hope this letter finds you in need of a new cat tree. I talked to your poor arthritic father about it the other day, and he hoped the remains would blow off the back of his truck and into your winshield on the way to your new "bachelorette" pad. That way he wouldn't have to carry it up fourteen flights of stairs for you.
And just for the record, I couldn't use the hose on it because you snuck in and took that too. I tried pi$$ing on it, but I hadn't drunk enough beer yet to do so. Please either forgive me or leave me money for beer.
Just because I gave the cats the matches, doesn't mean it was on purpose. They expressed interest in wanting to be free of all cat responsibilities to find themselves. They said they only have nine lives, and they didn't want to spend them all unhappy. They tried to ditch everything that was good in their lives to find answers. I think they may have hooked up with another group of cats seeking answers fairly close to your new place.
You may pass by them on your answer seeking journey as well.
I hope you are well too .
Love Idiot Boy
PS, did you happen to see the nail clippers while you were going through my things when I was at work ?
