"This month while watching CNN News on TV, we saw a story about a cat named Sammy who lives in Notasulga, Alabama. He resides at the U.S. Post Office and takes comfort on a sunlit window shelf inside the post office. He is greeted each day by many people who have come to love the postal mascot.
"One day a grumpy customer reported the furry vagrant as not belonging in the post office because he did no business there. The powers that be acted swiftly and had poor Sammy evicted with no notice. But one of the town’s residents found a loophole and purchased a P.O. Box in Sammy’s name, thus Sammy had a right to be in the post office because he had Box # 173 and can now legally receive mail. And mail he did receive!!!
"One of the residents helped Sammy read the hundreds of letters sent from all over America. There were kitty gifts, food, toys and yes, even money. Sammy decided to donate the money to the local animal shelter to help his comrades get their three squares and a bed. With his new found popularity, Sammy now lives in the lap of luxury, no longer homeless. The locals feel that his next project may be to run for public office. The lesson here…………….mess with a cat, get the claws!! Care to send Sammy a note? His address is:
Sammy the Cat
U.S. Post Office
Box 173
Notasulga, Alabama"
So that's what Chai did. Her lack of opposable thumbs is no impediment but I did have to do the typing, mostly because her spelling is just beyond awful. Here's what she sent to Sammy:
"Hey, guy, I'm quite impressed with how you have manipulated the humans in your little town. Seems to me you are an inspiration to all of us smarter cats and I plan to follow in your footprints.
"Allow me to tell you something of my own exploits. I am six years old, according to the human calendar. I'm a trim eight pounds, and I pretty well rule the roost at my home. I also have the unique distinction among all the cats I know of having traveled completely around the world. I left the U.S. in August 2003 from Newark Airport. I flew with the people who like to be known as master and mistress to Seattle, then on to Taiwan. The people in the airport there spoke no English and they were surprised when the mistress refused to allow them to X-ray her red carrying bag because I was inside it. They thought she was saying "Camera" when they asked what was inside. It dawned on them she was carrying a cat when she said "Meow, Meow." So they all crowded around to pet me and then passed me through.
"When I came into Phnom Penh in Cambodia the people at the Immigration counter didn't even know I was there. I just sat in my red bag and didn't make a sound. A year later, after teaching Cambodian people how to play with cats (I had heard the master say the local people eat cats), I left and flew to Thailand where I was very close to the spiritual home of all Siamese Cats. This country felt different to me, mostly because they revere things like cats and kings. Anyway, I flew to Germany, then to Spain before returning to Germany and then back to the U.S. So, you can see, I have seen much more than the inside of a post office. Actually, I have never seen the inside of a post office. So that may be something I'll see if the handlers can show me before we leave Florida.
"Enjoy your life, Sammy. If we drive through Notasulga, Alabama, we'll definitely stop by and maybe buy you a stamp so you can send out a letter.
"Thanks for keeping life interesting. Chai."
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