How a lost cat became a notebook
One rainy Tuesday.
A very small orange cat followed a very interesting moth, three streets too far. By dark, every alley looked the same, and the rain had washed the way home away.
she followed a moth.
Mochi · tiny · orange
red bell · answers to “mrrp”
Mochi · tiny · orange
red bell · answers to “mrrp”
Mochi · tiny · orange
red bell · answers to “mrrp”
Nobody heard the bell.
She had a red bell on her collar. It rang with every step, but the city was loud and the rain was louder. Somewhere, posters went up on every wall: LOST. Answers to “mrrp”.
ring… ring…Then I did.
Walking home from the bookshop, I heard it: ring, ring. Under the awning, two amber eyes looked up at me. I opened my umbrella and she walked right in, like she had been waiting.
two amber eyes ♡
zzzShe never left.
Her family had moved far away, so she stayed. She slept on every page I tried to write on: grocery lists, half poems, ideas at 2 a.m. She guarded them all, purring, like treasure.
my notes, her bed.
So we made her a notebook.
A soft place for little thoughts, with a cat on every page. It lives only in your browser, so your words stay home, the way she did.
Open the notebook
