Cat’s Meow

Wanting a bookcase for my area as I need space to spread my wings.
I’m given a long feather that is now a part of me which gives me the ability to fly.  I move with strategic intent. I fly up to the rafters and as I approach I look for something to grip and hold on to. I don’t seem to need much support to remain suspended in flight.  I remain here hoping those who enter and pass below me won’t notice me up here.  I see someone walk in who immediately sees me.  It doesn’t seem to phase them to see me perched high in the ceiling.  From this vantage point I see Mocha is in the box that I packed 3 days ago I wonder how she survived there without a way to get out.