Dearest Trixie,
Thank you for teaching yourself how to knock on the front door to be let in by flinging yourself at the windows and hanging by your claws. You have me well-trained now to be your automatic door opener, although the door needs to be repainted to remove the scratches.
Although it is very cute, it is not necessary to crouch down, wiggle your butt, then come flying into the house, skid across the floor, then saunter around like nothing has happened whenever I open the door.
Love and smooches,
You had me at meow