They Call Me "MO" Chapurr II

I wasn't about to witness, what I suspected would happen, once Derita's Man, processed what he saw. I looked for the nearest exit out of the room, then ran and hid. I don't know where I was or how I'd gotten there. I was pretty frantic, during my escape. I stayed there for a very long time.
(Go ahead, call me a coward, I'm still here, aren't I ??)

When I decided that it was safe to re-appear, Dearita shuffled me to my new "area," where my food, water and litter box were to be kept. Just to the left of the kitchen. Not very private, but would do. As time passed, I got to know Derita's man. He isn't as cooperative. He has allergies, or so he claims. Oddly enough, he doesn't seem to have a problem with Pierre's bird dander! Consequently, I'm not allowed on his side of anything.(I sneak there anyway) I discovered it is O.K. for me to be in between them, but, only on the couch. I have to sleep on Derita's side, at the foot of their bed.

These days, I'm on what he called, "His List." That man, found out, that I had chewed his leather, computer tool case. Why was he so surprised??? Did he forget that I have an appetite for fine, smooth leather? Surly, he remembers Dearita was upset with me during my first week because I had accidentally eaten a thumb off of her nice leather gloves. So far, he hasn't realized that I've chewed up many things, including the laundry basket. I also like plastic, rubber and cardboard products. My teeth marks are on every box in the place. I should admit, that I'm treated very well. I have a feeling,

I know Derita's man would like to smack me when I slip up, but Dearita won't allow him to. Lucky for me, she is always around to bale me out of difficult situations. That is why, I listen to her. All she has to do is clap her hands once, snap he fingers a couple of times, tell me NO, and I stop, whatever it is that I'm doing, every time. I can tell, my immediate obedience bothers Derita's man; WHATEVER . . . Maybe he should allow me to snoop into all of his things, like Dearita does, you think???

I'm not really allowed in his computer room, supervised or not. I can get away with sitting in the window sill, but it's getting there and leaving there that seems to be an issue. Many times, I like to mess with him. I'll go into his computer room, and make him think I'm up to no good, just so he'll play chase. There are a lot of differences, living here, than where I was. In essence, they've had to modify my very liberal behavior to a more republic state. I'm learning not to whine, or think I'm owed anything and that all things are earned.

I do hope you have gotten the mail I have been sending you. Nothing has been returned, so I have to assume you received my introductory letter. I do realize, that it is unlikely that we will actually meet, however, I've heard a lot about you guy's.(It's American slang, I know you are both female and by the way, I must say, you both have beautiful names) I think we have much in common. Aunt Gretchen, you and I have similar beginnings. Although, as I understood it, you were born in the streets and chose to be homeless. (What's up with that??) That is, until you allowed yourself to be adopted. Soon thereafter, you gave birth to my cousin, oh, I get it now.

There is an obvious family resemblance, between you and I, Cousin Hilde. In fact, we look like we could be brother and sister. Now that you have both, immigrated from Italy. Having left all your buddies and familiar surroundings behind, I thought I'd take this opportunity to welcome you to the U.S.A., and into the family. I understand you went through quite a process coming to the United States, that it took months of paperwork in Italy and when you arrived. I don't think it is that hard for humans, to do. I know it used to be in earlier times, but here it is pretty laxed these days. Seems unfair, and I think you should report the US Customs office to PITA. ( I also think it would be in my best interest to keep in touch, just in case I slip up once too often, I may need a place to crash until things settle down.)

The other day, Dearita got a package in the mail. Inside, was the cutest little digital camera, I've ever seen. I was so well behaved as she opened everything, she let me have the box to nest in and chew on. The little camera takes very nice pictures and is so easy that a cat can snap a photo, or mini-video. I've had to learn how to use it on the sly. Just so you know, the pictures I have printed out, are the only copies. For obvious reasons, I had to delete them off of the camera after I downloaded them, just as I'll have to delete this letter after I mail it. Then, I must remember to empty both recycle bins.

It may not be wise to show them to YOU KNOW WHO, he'll tell Dearita and I'll be in big trouble. Oh my gosh! I just realized that I forgot to remove the pictures from MGI Photo Suite!!! Dearita lets me get away with a lot, I mean a lot of stuff, but, I'd better not push my luck. They will be up soon. Gotta go, TO BE CONTINUED . . .
MOSES
(Your Loving Nephew & Cousin)