From the Youngest in the Family

Missionary Name: Elder Jacob DeBaltzo Mission: Provo MTC Date Submitted: October 3 Brother of my soul - It has been two weeks since I looked at you. Make that two weeks and two days. Today I have looked longingly into the eyes of She Who Provides Food but she continues to deny me. I point blank refuse to eat the slop that remains in my dish from yesterday. I did not like it then and I do not like it now. It remains. Under a layer of water. And I decline courteously. Despite meowing, looking threateningly at the iPhone cords in Her room. There is no sympathy. And the Place Where I Have Private Time. You would not recognize it. That Red Headed Villain walks right on by it. Until She had guests come stay in your room over the weekend, no one was caring for my needs properly. For a few days it was acceptable but I fear it is headed in the wrong direction. There seems to be no sense of what in right in that Red Headed One. Perhaps I shall work on the Young Female. Over the weekend - I spent hours walking back and forth across the tv but She and Her Father just kept looking at pictures of my relatives from a Foreign Land. Her Father even said hurtful things about how some African House Cat would "tear me up." I was rightfully offended. Over the weekend the weather improved and delightful smells came in from the Outside. I spent a great deal of time patiently pawing at the door until I was able to escape to enjoy some peace and quiet on the Deck. SHE caught me however and requested my presence inside. I acquiesced...but only until SHE left again. I got out again and this time was not discovered until the Darkness was upon us. Young Female found me this time but I was ready to return at this time so I was not put off. One day last week I challenged authority by choosing to nap on She Who Provides Food's (usually) bed. Young Female disturbed my rest and indicated I was lucky that She did not catch me. I disagree as I would have looked at Her with disdain as I slowly moved out of the room. Alas, it is not the same without You. I miss the scratches and the opportunity to rest in your bed. I know that we will both survive this separation. But it is a chore to train these menial people whom you have left in charge of my life. Well wishes to you. Farewell for now. Moses