text: My name is Rook and according to my human mommy I‘m the most adorable and courageous kitten in the whole wide world. That must be true since I have never seen another kitten like me before. Mommy often asks me how I manage to be so cute, but I myself don’t know how I do it. I guess it just comes to me naturally. Every time I walk towards her and start purring she practically beams with happiness. She lifts me up to cuddle and kiss me and she always tells me how much she loves me. Every day she makes sure I know how much she cares about me and loves me so I never have to doubt that. It is a nice feeling to be loved so much, even though sometimes she overdoes it a bit with the cuddles. I can’t just stay still forever, can I? That would not befit a courageous, fierce kitten such as I. There are always moments where I make up for it though. When I am tired I don’t mind all the pets and cuddles so much. Then I can let her take her time and she seems to appreciate that immensely. I am such a generous kitten. ***The kitty and the roaring monster:*** Some days a big, bad monster comes to life inside my home. Normally it sits completely silent and motionless in the living room. But once in a while it suddenly starts roaring and moving across the floor, sucking in everything in its wake. It is very dangerous and gives even me, the most courageous kitty of all, a bit of a fright sometimes. The monster has a really long nose through which it sucks in the stuff on the floor. Its body is big and fearsome, making much noise and it has a long, black tail, which is stuck into the wall. When the monster roams the room, I try my best to show it (from as far away as possible) that I am the more dangerous predator. I go the furthers corner of the room and fluff up my tail and show my claws. Naturally I do this so that it knows that it would be dangerous for it to approach me and certainly not out of fear or something like that. I am a courageous kitty after all. Fear should be afraid of me and not the other way round. Once the monster becomes silent and motionless again, I carefully approach it after a while. Safety is important after all, even for such a dangerous predator like me. After making completely sure that it no longer moves, I climb on top of its body to demonstrate my dominance over it. Just so it really knows who‘s boss. When I do this my mommy always praises me for conquering the beast so bravely so I must be doing it right. I let her pet me for a bit, but not too long of course, and head towards my favourite napping spot. It has a really soft and fluffy blanket and is right by the window. I curl up, having finished my tough work of the day, and take a well-deserved nap, knowing that I have conquered the monster and defended my home from all dangers. How befitting for my title of most courageous kitty in the whole wide world. ***The kitty and the mystery of the disappearing prey:*** I am a super dangerous predator. So of course I regularly have to chase and catch prey. One of my favorite preys is a little blue mouse. It has a really long grey tail that is wound around a stick. I simply love chasing after that mouse. Sometimes it moves super fast and I have a very hard time catching it. During those times I watch for a while and wait for the right moment to pounce. The right timing is very important. I see the mouse go by and know exactly where it will go next. There, the right moment has come. Target locked and pounce. I got it. Once I catch the mouse in my claws it struggles a lot. But that is ok. Even if I lose my grip the chase simply begins again. It is super fun. There is just one prey I can never seem to catch. A mysterious prey that only appears when my mommy is lying under a blanket and that always suddenly disappears without a trace once she gets up. Blankets are dangerous business. Whatever is under there always seems to appear around where my mommy‘s feet should be. I am sure it is trying to attack and grab her feet. Therefore, as the most courageous kitty in the world it is my duty to defend her. So whenever something starts moving under the blanket I immediately start pouncing on it. I bite it and try grabbing it with my claws, so it knows that it should leave my mommy‘s feet alone. My mommy always starts squeaking when I do that, but I am sure that is only because the thing under the blanket is trying to attack her. She tries to save me by grabbing me and dragging me away from the prey, but as a brave kitty I will not be discouraged from my duty. No prey shall escape me. So many times I was sure I almost had it. Yet in the end I can never seem to catch this mysterious prey. Some day though I am sure I will finally be able to best it. Just you wait.