Sure enough, I left the computer for a mere second last night and returned to find my precious top-secret library assistant sitting on the keyboard and staring up at the screen with love-struck eyes. Love, I am afraid. Long-distance, impossible, blog-inspired, tiny, whiskery, cute-as-a-button love.
This morning, this is where I found my pocket-sized library assistant.
The books had not been dusted, fiction was shelved with non-fiction, and the Shakespeare shelf had been badly pillaged.
It's sweet and all, I know...I even agreed to post this darling photograph of her posing with 'Anderson's Fairy Tales' (her favourite book).
But when I refused to allow her to post a love poem on my blog...well....let's just say it got ugly.
She took a hostage:
I'm afraid that poor Minette is having an even harder time of it than we thought.
I may have to call in security.