It was actually not very surprising to find the letters. I'd suspected they existed for quite some time. I'd never seen a letter, but I had seen traces of letter writing on several occasions. A pencil out of place on the desk - when I'd sworn I put it back in the cup before. A pen behind the sofa. An empty envelope behind the cat box. I even found a piece of paper with a p

aw print on it, but surmized it to be like the rest as simply nothing. When you live in a house with several cats and dogs, chaos will ensue and disarray is quite common. Toilet paper shredded; mail chewed; strange unidentifiable objects regurgitated and left with a bow. Pet owners come to expect these things. I'd even dismissed the subtle glares from the cat that sometimes made me feel uneasy. He couldn't possibly hate me, after all, he looked adorable in that pumpkin outfit last Halloween. But there, in the pan cupboard, were the letters. Letters from a cat named "Pretties" written to my cat Cleo. All of them neatly folded and placed in their original envelopes and tied together with yarn. Next to them; several maps and blueprints, a bag of catnip and a set of tools. Obviously hidden in the pan cupboard because they knew that would be the last place I'd look for anything.
Now that their plans are foiled, it's safe to share these letters with you. My hope in releasing these letters is so other cat owners can be aware. Knowledge is power. Don't make the mistakes my sister Jaimie and I did with our cats and assuming they're all just fluffy sweet foot warmers. The next time you THINK your cat is plotting - trust me - he is.
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