Catish

On a hot autumn day, the sun beat down through thinning branches, and the air shimmered with warmth. High in a sycamore tree, a sleek ginger cat named Mew perched on a sunbaked limb, panting lightly as he watched the world below. The leaves, more brown than golden, rustled lazily in the heat. Too stubborn to climb down and too proud to call for help, Mew lay sprawled across the branch, his tail twitching with annoyance, waiting for the evening breeze to cool the day—and his temper.