Still Annoyed

The human is still sniffling over that rotten, rotten cat today, and our poor fur is still endangered.  Really, he should be so ashamed of himself for what he has been doing, and for making our poor human cry.  Really, he should.  But we see no signs of shame yet.  Just texts demanding to know if we just found Cousin Richard's email, and threats as to what will happen if we don't forget that contact information immediately.  We are halfway tempted to write Cousin Richard a long and meaningful letter just to annoy Brother.