Serious Negotiations

Pepsi, we have to have a serious talk. "Mamma" isn't coming home and you are going to have to make a decision. You will have to decide if you are going to trust us. We can't just keep our distance forever, and we want to be friends with you. If you will let us, we'd like to take care of you, but the hissing has to stop. It's very un-ladylike.

Now, I'm about to pet you and you are going to keep your peace.

There, that's nice, isn't it. C'mon, turn that motor on. There ya' go, lots of nice purring like a kitty is expected to do when it is loved. This has been a long, lonely time, hasn't it.

Mamma left the planet around 5:30 this morning. She just slept her way right out of this life, the way we all hope it will be when we think about it. Peacefully, painlessly.

She wanted you to make up with us, and that's what I'm counting on you to do. It's going to be alright.