Guardian of the Bookshelf

written from the perspective of a little one

As a diligent little one, I have noticed that the short human with the longer hair has a penchant for the rectangular objects on the big cat playground... books, I recall, are what she refers to them as.

It has been over a week since we were captured, stored in a box, driven for miles and deposited in a strange location with the new humans and so far they have mainly behaved (apart from a few unsavoury occasions where they have ventured too close into my personal space and I have had to make a mad dash away to protect my own sanctity), therefore, as reward for the food and clean toilets provided I felt it necessary to show a token of appreciation by becoming the Guard of the Rectangular Objects.

I take my job seriously. I question all non-rectangular objects on the cat playground as to their intentions for being there. There have been instances where they have not been as forthcoming as I would like and I admit that patience is not my biggest strength. I have resorted to ferociously batting them off of the playground onto the floor as an intimidation tactic. Curiously, the humans seem to place them back onto the playground when they notice this happening. Either I am incorrect (unlikely) and these objects are not the threat I first perceived, or more likely the humans don't yet understand their true dangerous nature. As I begin to succumb to the knowledge that perhaps I will be sticking around here for a while, I accept this as my mission and purpose until I get bored and my attention is required elsewhere.

To showcase my new occupation to the two humans, I chose the perfect spot and bravely loafed there as they entered the living room, and gave them multiple slow blinks, which they dutifully returned. At least they have some etiquette already although there are times I fear they have a lot more to learn.

Until next time, if you need me, I will be stationed at my post.