Prrre Talloran Murri,

I write to you in hopes that you're still alive after having made the almost certainly fatal mistake of letting T'Saal and K'Torr nap in the afternoon. Undoubtedly you've discovered by now that heavyworlder cubs have considerably more energy than pureblooded Caitian cubs and that feeding them in the evening after an afternoon nap will keep them in boundless energy until noon the next day unless you use a horse tranquilizer.

Forgive my poking fun, I couldn't resist. I love them more than life itself despite what little horrors they can be. And you lamented missing the chance to raise me as a small cub? I assure you I was much, much worse. ;)

I think I was just angry with you. In your last letter you managed to attack every firm bit of ground on which I've stood and raise up on a pillar a few people with whom I've long been bitter.

So let me be blunt. Your letter hurt. Where was grandmother when I was born and you were locked up? Why didn't any of your littermates take my brother and I in? Why is it that in the history of Caitian Social Services where kits made available for adoption only two were never given a sniff despite the relative unavailability of kits for adoption since it is usually the greater clan that raises cubs should their immediate parents become unable? I'm very bitter about Cait, Caitians, Caitian society, Caitian government, Caitian Customs and Immigration and our supposed clan. They never even called me once to see how I'm doing and they never returned my calls. They owe me apologies and they owe your son who loves you apologies.

You owe me nothing, I owe you everything.

That said, I bring up another thing about the son of whom you're ashamed. T'Omeiro, yes, he's type T and really quite personable, he's the only one, the only one who's stood up for me time and again. When an obnoxious Customs Agent detained me for hours he buried Customs in legal writs and put the agent out of a job for abuse of authority. When an agent ripped me off in an acting contract and refused to sign any work for me he dropped in personally with his legal team in after a five minute talk I had work again and the freedom to hire a new agent. When I got so depressed I cut my wrists to pieces he got me the best doctors in the Federation and flew to Earth to be with me for a few days. When I got hooked on catnip he checked me into a clinic and wouldn't tolerate any of my excuses or crap and he put up with all my abuse while I detoxed. He was the only stabilizing factor in my life aside from the edited letters they let out of that horrible hospital. He pointed me to university and told me I could do anything I tried to do. I thought he was overestimating me but momma, look at me now.

He's going to come and visit soon and he has most of your things from the Tang he wants you to have them back. Promise me you'll at least try to be civil?

Okay, I think I just lost my temper with you. This is a good thing. It means I'm comfortable enough to get mad. Wow, I just got mad at you for letting my cubs nap in the afternoon and calling my brother evil when he's been so good to me and suggesting that I get any virtues from your family. Goddess I'm so mad at them. Everything would have been so different if they'd taken us in. And now I'm crying over spilled milk.

So please, please, give my brother, your son a fair shake. He loves you and wants the best for you and so do I.

~Lynx