The Book Goddess Reads

Greetings from the Temporary Kingdom.

I have been relocated. Uprooted. Displaced. Sent on what the humans are calling a holiday. Let the record show: I did not request a holiday.

The staff here are kind. They speak softly. My quarters are clean, my food appears on time, and I have access to a sun patch. Still… I am watching them. The rainbow blanket brings out my eyes, so I’m told.

My human brought my blanket. It smells like comfort, books, and love. I have constructed a nest and declared it Base of Operations. I accept treats, strokes on my own terms, and updates on the whereabouts of my human.

I’ve refused to eat once (to make a point), then resumed normally (because I remembered I like trout).

The birds here are new. I have stared at several. I may grow fond of one. I have named him Gerald.

The humans promise I’ll be home soon. I await their return with mild suspicion and unwavering loyalty.

I remain regal, even in exile.

Smudge (Guest of Honour, Temporary Estate)