The other morning, the pen that I had left lying on my diary next to my bed was gone. It was one of my favourite pens, one that I had ‘accidentally’ forgotten in my pocket on my last day at a receptionist job I had a couple of summers ago. It was a really nice pen. Blue, soft, steady flow of ink. The one I always used for writing in my diary. But now it is gone.
I’m pretty sure Leo took it. The night before, I saw him eyeing it greedily, but I never thought a cat would want to steal a pen. Apparently, I was mistaken. Leo the thief. Yet another thing that Leo the cat and Baby the monkey have in common.
Katja Malmborg 