The Mighty Hunters

Dear John,

 

We had adventures today - I actually left the house for something other than going to the doctor. I picked up a week's worth of mail, paid the water bill, bought cheese, and got lunch to go from Tiffany's. I realized that I haven't been eating as well as I need to. I'm eating meat, too - I need to suspend fasting if I want to get well. Father will be proud of me for figuring that out. I've felt better as the day has gone on. I may be turning the corner.

 

Suddenly I have a house full of mighty hunters. You know Abby has always been a bit shy and skittish. I've been working on giving her more self-confidence by teaching her to hunt, using interactive toys and a laser light for her to chase. Two days ago I told you that she was torturing a felt mouse - that was a first for her. Early this morning, here she came up into the bed to bring me another felt mouse that she caught. She was so proud of herself, and I made a fuss over her. Jethro must have wanted in on the praise, because an hour later I found him curled up in the bed, sound asleep, with another felt mouse between his paws.

 

It is doing good things for Abby. She's much less skittish, more self-confident, more assertive with Maggie. She seems happy and comfortable in her home. She still pines for Jethro, always wanting more attention from him than he wants to give. But she's coming to me more, and I'm happy to cuddle with her any time she wants.

 

All in all, you have an amazingly happy and well-adjusted family. And not a living mouse in sight. Or a bug, or spider, or fly. Might hunters, all!

 

Adore you,

Joan.