It is not always easy to find something to read at our house. Reading material is plentiful, but oftentimes immediately after I settle upon a book, some family member discovers that he or she is in dire need of that exact volume. Hence, I have been forced to adopt some stealthy methods of getting my fair share of literary diversion.
For example, today my sister was sitting on the couch, having The Tale of Tom Kitten read to her by our mother. These small volumes are favorites of my sister; as she is not often inclined to share, I decided to employ my signature technique, which I term the Lightning Grab, to learn for myself what all the fuss is about.
Slowly I crept toward the couch, my approach unnoted by my oblivious relatives. Soon I was within arm's reach (my reach being quite disproportionate to my size, as many have discovered to their chagrin). Then...quick as lightning, my arm flashed out and the book was in my hand!
My mother and sister immediately set up a clamor, my sister bellowing her concerns about my bending the pages; my mother lamenting that she had not yet finished reading the book. Knowing that I had only a few seconds before the book was wrested from my grasp, I scanned the page, endeavoring to capture the gist.
Much to my surprise, upon the page I saw anthropomorphic kittens, cavorting about in an idyllic springtime garden. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this. Before I could use any further clues, be they pictorial or textual, to construct some sort of sensical gestalt out of this, the book was retrieved by my mother.
I suppose it will be years before I have another opportunity to delve into the perplexing tale of this enigmatic Mr. Kitten. Until then, kittens, peonies, pinafores: all will haunt my dreams.