When it comes to actual snail mail, I tend to leave it
for a while. No-one sends me letters – that isn’t a pitiful Gabriel Garcia
Marquez title (I hated that book, we had to read it in Spanish at school) , no
I just do everything online. So a fair amount of my post is junk mail (or,
recently, religious pamphlets) or things that aren’t urgent. So I collect them,
dump them on the coffee table and have a look through them when I have the time
or inclination.
This is a habit which, for some reason, vexes Beloved
even more than my ruining Star Trek for him.
So, with the cat being unusually active, he decided to
encourage her to play with one of the junk letters. She was very much amused
for almost an hour – which amused Beloved a great deal despite the shredded
paper
Of course the cat thinks this is great fun and has taken
to hooking any post off the coffee table and proceed to shred them across the
living room floor. And, of course, she doesn’t know what post is junk mail and
what isn’t. She also has great fun scattering the itty bitty pieces of paper
He is proud of his ability to teach an old cat new tricks
I am proud of my restraint in not murdering the pair of
them
