I had a blur. I don’t even know what else to call it. When you have a little furry barbarian living in your house, you do NOT buy books home for any reason! Not by any!!
But one book, Blue on His Fingers, just haunted me! Advertising caught my eye everywhere and everywhere! I don’t even read novels! But… She lured me! That’s how I got to the bookstore website. Well, it started! I have wanted to read To Kill a Mockingbird for a long time, I read Tara Westover’s The Glass Castle and for a long time I was thinking about my own life. Yu Nesbe is my secret passion. I already started 1984, but I was too young to really understand. All in all, I HAVE reasons to buy each one of them.
I brought the package home.
Sasha started laughing as soon as he saw what was in it. I didn’t even go beyond the threshold.
“Get the cat away.” She sang affectionately, so that the shaggy one would not even guess by intonation that something was being planned.
— Oh no! It’s a free cat, and a curious one! — Sashka giggled.
“Take the free and curious cat into the kitchen while I hide the books in the bed!” I spoke slowly and nonchalantly. But the cat has already begun to suspect something …
“Ururu?” he asked and walked over to the package. I grabbed my burden higher and backed away.
Sashka did not wait until I burned him with a look, and took the cat in his arms. Mazonkin did not like this very much, but he said nothing. I accepted the terms of the game. I slipped into the bedroom. Raise the mattress. I put the package in and closed it right away. 
I lie, of course. Before that, I opened the package and admired it one more time. Mmmmm… such tasty-smelling pages! She took out one, the same one, changed her mind and put it back. While I cook dinner, while I tidy up, then I better get it!
I got busy. And somehow I did not immediately notice that no one was helping. But how do you steal potatoes? And attack the meat? In the end, to demand a pate …
«Where’s the cat?» I asked.
“I don’t know.” Sasha shrugged.
I looked around. The cat was nowhere to be found. Oh well, most importantly, the books are safe.
After half an hour, I got nervous. And ten minutes later I went to look for …
Not in the closet, not in the bathroom, not on the windowsill, not on the balcony… Sashka resolutely approached the bed.
«I’ll kill you both!!» I hissed.
Of course he was there. Sat in the far corner and finished chewing on Harper Lee. Kidding. Only the life jacket was damaged. All fasteners in saliva and thoroughly gnawed ((
But just in case, I checked everything. She scolded the cat, but was offended by Sasha. Well, how hard was it to look after the cat?! Besides, I need four more books by Mons Kallentoft))))
