Dear Cats,
I hope you're settling into the new house alright. You seem to be happy enough, in fact the Feliway seems to have made you pretty chilled. It was nice having you in the house full time for a fortnight. Now that you're allowed out, let's get a few things straight. Firstly, the two of you could rule the neighbourhood if you cooperated. There's no need to get beaten up by the more established cats - there's two of you, and you're not small. Perhaps put less energy into biting each other's arses and a bit more into defending your new territory.
When you've got that sorted, perhaps you'd like to go back to shitting outdoors. Litter trays are nasty. You've got some brilliant spots in the garden that no one else would ever even know about.
I'm really pleased that we've had a new bed for 24 hours and you've not scratched it. Keep it up.
Specifically, Cat 1, please get off DD's bed when it's time for her to go to sleep. You know she doesn't let you stay in the room, and you ought to know I don't appreciate being bitten. However, discovering that you flee in terror from a pink, heart-shaped cushion IS pretty funny.
Cat 2, don't go on the roof again. You're not as acrobatic as your brother, and you were decidedly ungracious about DH rescuing you.
Finally, we're going away for the weekend and our new neighbours are going to call in and look after you. If you could restart the al fresco toileting that would be great, but at the very least please try not to miss the litter tray, throw up, or bring any little friends in for a 'play'. Which reminds me - we have a pond. Fine with you drinking out of it, but no fishing please. Or frogging. Thanks.
Love Me (after five years, still waiting for you two to chill out and become lapcats)