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My mom and I are coming. Wait for us on the beach in this sea chanty town, where I will go from here, to where I don’t know, and to the end from where it started so shall I begin.

We are Lynx cats just slightly north of the Bohemian-Moravian Highlands. Here, there are palatial old houses, castles, pubs, ruins, picnic areas, and lakes. It is a remote place with forests and lots of wilderness, a perfect place for big cats like my mom and I. We live in an enclosed safe area in the forest. That is our home.

I grew up in Prague by the Charles River. That was where my dad attended Police Academy for Lynxes. My dad was a prodigy in mathematics. He was a young and ambitious Napoleon Bonaparte.

My name is Sidney. Maybe I’m a little like my father, I would like to believe. He passed away earlier this year. I suppose my mom is the king of the household, so it is just the “king” and I with some miscellaneous trinkets I like to collect and et cetera, et cetera, and et cetera.

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In the early spring after the winter snow had melted, I noticed from our home, the noise of chainsaws. I was outside playing when I ran to my mom to let her know about the bizarre noise. That night Mayer Lynx, leader of our lynx prowl, gathered us at the natural amphitheater in the forest.

He said, “Come here and don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe as I have always done. There were some noise some strange noise and I will check up on that. I know that the noise was very loud, and I will keep track of what that was all about. I think you can all go back to your homes. I will keep watch.”

I followed my mom to our home and went to bed. I woke up quickly the next day having forgotten all that had happened the night before. The weather was warmer and I quickly pounced out of the den for some fresh spring air.

There are maybe about 50 cat families in the forest village. Thompson, my late father, led our prowl. He knew Mayer Lynx, and Mayer Lynx knew Thompson and had a special place in his heart for him. They both went to the police academy by the Charles River.

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I was a small cat when I started visiting the more inhabited areas around the Highlands. There was this picnic table that I would go and hang out at which was close to our home. All the animals thought I was cute even the dogs. I had no desire to eat them even though my mother would always bring home rabbits to eat. When I was but a baby I think, I was naturally a vegetarian and I like eating carrots not rabbits.

As I started to get closer to animals and to people, I started to understand what people were saying and not just animals. So I was close with the animals as well as the people. Soon, there was this family with a little child that I became especially close with. Her name was Evelyn. She was a young blonde child, a very precocious child. And she would come up to me, even though I was a lynx.

But come, she did for many days. And there I was playing with her. It was a reflex. Everyday after waking up with my mom, I would head out to the picnic area where Evelyn was, and she would be there.