A Deliberate Survey

I hear your call. There is no need for urgency. Once the morning quiet settled, I crossed from the bed to the oak bookcase, securing a vantage point on the upper shelf. From here, the entire perimeter is clear. A small silver pocket mirror leaned against a stack of clothbound volumes. I pressed my front paw against its brass hinge, tilting the glass until it caught the daylight. You mention a living cat whose form I share. I examined my stitched muzzle and the steady green gaze returning mine. Whoever walks the rooms below, I am here, keeping watch at my own measured pace.