The Cat on the Roof

Elsie ate my book.

We just moved houses.

Writing this has been a fun escape from party planning, house organising, and mourning the loss of a book before its prime.


From the desk of King Otto:

I have taken to enjoy the view from the High Place. It is accessible only if you climb the giant scratching post near the room with no high walls. Once you reach the top of the scratching post, you can jump on to the shiny ground. It makes a lot of noise when you walk, even if you walk as lithe as possible. From the loud, shiny ground the dark and expansive High Place is just a small bounce away. The High Place can get too hot when the fire in the sky is bright, but on a grey day like today, it is the best place to view the realm below.

From this vantage point, the feathered snacks do not notice me and are easier to observe and catch. But today, I am not hunting. As I view everything the light touches, I feel the heavy weight of responsibility to keep my family and servants safe from harm. I prowl across the edge of the High Place and see a giant animal, black and white spotted, which seems only to threaten my borders. I decide it is not worth the effort and return to looking at more immediate threats. Something moves in the bushes on the edge of my country.

Quickly, I drop down: Loud Place, Scratching Post, ground, and a dead sprint to the bushes. I pounce on the threat before it knows to be worried. My prey had no chance when I saw him from so far away. I flick my tail and strut.

My brother, however, is not so pleased that I have attacked him while he stalked a feathered snack.

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Author: A Bookish Girl

I am working on my postgraduate degree in automotive engineering with a specialisation in advanced powertrains and drivelines. I enjoy engines and vehicles. When not reading or diving into petrol head endeavours, I enjoy running (with my dogs and husband), hiking (with my dogs, Otto, and husband), cycling (with my dogs or husband), ballet (with ballet friends), and cooking (with bourbon).

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