So, apparently, there’s a book about me and my sisters. Yes, you read that right. A whole book. A written collection of stories dedicated to Gryzka—queen of naps, ruler of armchairs, and occasional terror of the vet’s office. But let’s be honest here, it’s not just me, though it should be mostly about me. They threw in Spurka and Kitka too, probably to make it look like I’m not hogging all the attention. But we all know who the real star is.
Let me set the record straight. First of all, I didn’t ask to be in this book. Nobody came up to me, patted my head, and said, “Gryzka, would you like to be the star of a literary masterpiece?” Nope. They just started scribbling away while I, of course, was busy with much more important matters—like finding the perfect sunny spot on the balcony or pretending I wasn’t hungry so my human would freak out and give me two snacks instead of one.
And then, one day, I overhear my human talking about it—“the book about the cats.” Oh, excuse me? “The cats”? I hope they mean Gryzka first, and then those other two.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my sisters. Sort of. Kitka’s okay, for an older cat. She acts all wise and serene, but really, she’s just slower than me. That’s why I get to the treats first. And Spurka… well, Spurka’s got that mysterious black-cat vibe going, like she’s all magic and shadows. Please, Spurka, we all know you’re just pretending to be deep when you’re really just chasing your own tail half the time.
But back to this book. Why should you read it? Well, it’s pretty obvious. I’m in it. But also, there’s some truly fascinating stuff about what it’s like to live in a household with two slightly inferior sisters and one very dedicated human servant who clearly wrote this book as a tribute to me. I suspect the title wasn’t originally Life on the Cat Tree (Three) Summit. I’m betting it was The Chronicles of Gryzka, the Tabby Queen until my sisters complained.
Here’s what you’ll get if you read it:
- Detailed analysis of my daily stretching routine. Seriously, if you’re not stretching like me every morning, you’re doing life wrong. I even heard the humans call it “cat yoga.” You’re welcome, world.
- Insight into my complex relationship with the armchair. Yes, I know it’s technically the human’s chair. But here’s a secret: It’s really mine. They just haven’t fully accepted it yet.
- A deep dive into Spurka’s weird habits. Like, why does she insist on staring into space as if she sees ghosts? It’s just dust, Spurka. Dust. Calm down.
- Kitka’s eternal quest for the warmest spot in the house. Spoiler: It’s me. I’m the warmest spot. But she tries, bless her.
- The great nail-trimming war of 2024. Oh yes, the human tried. Let’s just say I came out on top. There’s a chapter about that, and it’s pure action.
But most importantly, you’ll read about how I, Gryzka, manage this household with grace, wit, and just the right amount of sass. Without me, my human would be lost in a world of boring productivity, Kitka would be sleeping all day, and Spurka would still be trying to catch invisible mice. It’s tough work being the glue that holds this place together, but someone’s got to do it.
If you like reading—by which I mean stories about me—then this book is a must-read. It’s got everything: drama (mostly about who gets the best sun spot), humor (like that time Kitka fell off the cat tree—classic), and life lessons (such as the importance of napping at least 16 hours a day).
In conclusion: Get the book. Read the book. And most of all, acknowledge the truth—it’s mostly about me.
https://www.amazon.com/Life-Cat-Tree-Three-Summit/dp/B0DJD2J2R5
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