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. The real challenge was the jumping. “Okay,” said Cecil, gulping. “Here I go.” From the edge of the first roof, the distance to the second looked much farther than it had from the ground. And the ground was very far down. Anton didn’t reply. He was crouched, peering over the edge and trembling. Cecil fixed his eyes on the second roof. It was made of small overlapping wooden tiles, uneven but not as steep as the first. Cecil backed away from the edge and began a running start, but as he jumped he felt a stab of pain in his injured leg and he careened into the air, his arc too flat, stretching desperately and catching the second roof with only his front claws.
What do You think about Anton And Cecil, Book 2 (2015)?
