Dear Food Dispenser,
I see that you're packing up to move again. In my 9 years you've dragged me to 7 different domiciles. You made me drive cross country in a Hyundai and then made me fly back. Rest assured this abuse will not go unpunished. Last night you were lucky. Sure you woke up at 3am before I could finish hurping up an enormous hairball onto your clean laundry, but right now you're at work and for the next 8 hours there's no one here but me and your things.
Have a nice day human,
Bratticus