This photograph is probably seven years old, give or take a year, but I've only now found the courage to use it. This is Minuet, ex-bad girl of our household. Before Feist, Min wore the crown with innocence and a wink.
I put off using the image because my sister, Mina, threatened me if I used it because her address was clearly visible. Both have faded with time and resizing.
So. I wrote the letter and sealed it in the pink envelope. I put it on the little three- drawer trolley until I could mail it later. I think Minuet wanted to add a post script, because she went after the letter as if she were a member of the Mission Impossible team.
I was busy at my Mac, and just happened to catch her going for it. It didn't occur to me to capture her determination until after she switched paws. You see, Minuet is a south paw. I guess the right one wasn't getting the job done; she wasn't tall enough to manage it flat-foot, so she had the sense to tuck her head beneath the lip of the top drawer, thereby increasing the length of her reach.
These years later, I still wonder what she would have done had she gotten her paws on Mina's letter. She reminds me of the letter-writing monkey in that movie, "Monkey Business." But, isn't she the cutest thing, my downward-facing-cat?
Do you have a letter-reading/writing pet?