It’s been several days since the mysterious cat who occasionally finds its way into my house was last here, and I’m starting to miss it very much. It’s very soft, softer than most strays, but it’s usually thin and it doesn’t wear a collar. But, the fact that it lets me feel its fur is, dear Journal, unusual for a stray. I would like to keep it, but I don’t want to be stealing anyone’s pet cat, even if they clearly are a careless owner. I wish I could know if the little creature even has an owner.
But then, you’ve heard this all before, and I’m getting ahead of myself once again! As I said, I haven’t seen it in days. But, maybe if I see it again… I’ll leave it some treats. That wouldn’t be stealing anyone’s cat, right? I’d just be leaving it something to eat. It could leave if it wants.
[There are several paragraphs and a rough doodle of a basic bait-and-capture trap that have all been scribbled out]
Now, in other news, I’ve nearly finished that book. You know, the fascinating one about navigational tools for sailors? The one that I’d mentioned starting a few days ago. I was sure it’d take me a week at the least, thick as it was and with such small text. However, I found that I could hardly put it down to eat and sleep! In fact, I’d have finished it by now, if it weren’t for one small incident that’s been causing me to become mortified all over again whenever I pick it up. This has been just awful, as I’d been right on an intriguing chapter about whether or not it’d be best, in some cases, to ignore the maps and charts and just enjoy life at sea.
Oh, I’d meant to tell you about the incident that’s giving me so much trouble. Well, journal, I’m sure you know by now that I have a tendency to get so into the books I read that I forget the world around me. I’ve also told you plenty about the strange situations that I’ve found myself in when I go about my life while reading! This was… one of those.
[Several attempts at starting a sentence were made and then hastily crossed out]
As I said, I was reading what has to be one of my favorite chapters in this book so far. I was also attempting to walk from my home to one of what I think to be the best benches in Silvermoon City. But it wasn’t going to be as simple as that. Why would it be? As I sat down and continued reading, comfy as could be, I heard something. A very soft little noise, like someone might make while just idling around, or trying to make it known that they were there. It turned out to be the latter. The person making this noise, to my absolute horror, was the beautiful woman I’d sat down on. She was actually rather calm and rational about the whole thing, which only made it more embarrassing for me.
I can’t talk any more about it… in fact, I think I have to go on a walk now, journal. I’m getting flustered again. I’ll see you again soon.
