Minty Bit Stronger

Saturday 27th October. The humans, a man and a woman, arrived at a nice remote house in the French countryside after a full day of chauffeuring me from London. I instantly caught the smell of Guillaume's mum, 'maybe this was where she was when she wasn't visiting' I thought. I'm such a clever cat because moments later I saw her and Guillaume walking to the car. Then, minutes later the carry box was open and I was free to explore... ...a few hours after that, exhausted from checking every inch of every room, I sat on Guillaume's lap and had a little nap. I think this new home is going to be fun. Sunday 28th October. Guillaume got out that stupid lead today and we walked around the garden. I was embarrassed to have to guide a full human adult around the place but this way at least he'll know the area and wont wander off. Afterwards, I led him inside and decided to sit staring at an empty spot on a wall. Humans hate when cats do this. I must ha...

The hotel reached up to they black clouds, it's angular shape lost to the swirling darkness. No-where on it’s 30 upper floors was a single lit window, the whole building stood dead in the night like a giant gravestone. My tired legs carried me forward into the dimly lit reception towards a shuttered counter. What little light there was here seemed to bleed from a handful of dusty emergency exit signs and a flickering TV behind the reception shutters. Silence. I saw no one. A faded hand written sign seemed to point at a brass buzzer beside the shuttered window. I hesitantly reached for the button about to press when I saw a shadow move on the counter before me. Still, I couldn't see who cast the shadow anywhere. 'Hello', I whispered. Still just silence, 'Hello?' Shifting on my feet to see better into the reception area I heard a loud creak from the floor beneath my feet and looked down and behind me to be sure the noise was my doing. I looked back into the recep...