She sits curled up in front of me on the desk. She stares at me through her big eyes, I know when she stands up there will be fur all over where she has been sitting.

I think about what she might get up to, that might make a good story. But what could such a cute little fluff-ball like her get up to? Though, that is the beauty of writing, once you have your inspiration anything can come from it - even if it isn’t true.

This is what I wrote (or what I started to write):

Mia seems like a normal cat, and in many ways she is, but one minor detail passes most by, a detail that makes her exceptional…