Literary effort of the year.

I threw a book at the cat last night.

Paperback.

It was the middle of the night, I was asleep (until I threw the book); he was trying to regurgitate a mouse that had become stuck in his throat.

Near my pillow.

This morning I found the cat; we are still friends.

I can’t find the book.

It’s a small room - limited by walls, windows, ceiling and floor.

There are not a lot of places for a book to land.

The cat doesn’t read.

Well… I don’t think so.