I love you. We all do. Since you've come into our lives, the house seems a little more welcoming when we come home. Your overly-aggressive morning cuddles are what get me out of bed happy. Watching you stalk after your cat-fishing-rod gives us hours of entertainment. I don't think I'd trade you for any cat, and I do hope our home feels like your home. I think it does. So why, why WHY, do you keep pooing in the hallway? Peeing in my shoes? peeing in my SUITCASE FULL OF CLOTHES?? I will keep loving you, gorgeous girl, but I really hope you start loving us back soon. —Love You, But Not Your Piss