The cats had sharp claws and strong legs, and the boughs of the tree reached out over the roof of the first house so they could drop onto it without too much trouble. Walking on the steep metal roof was tricky—they had to creep slowly and use the pads of their paws for traction.  ...
It’s Blackjack, there’s our boy!” The fishermen called to Cecil as he made his way along the docks to his favorite sunning spot, though the sun had only just risen over the horizon. Cecil settled himself next to a pier post to block the wind off the harbor and looked around at the scene. &n...