Either the well was very deep or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time to look about her on the way down.
At first it was too dark for her to see anything, but as her eyes adjusted, she could make out what seemed to be cupboards, bookshelves, paintings, lining the walls she was rushing past.
Down, down, down she fell. Would it never come to an end? She began to wonder how many miles she’d fallen and whether she’d end up at the center of the Earthor come out the other side!
How would she call her sister? What if she didn’t speak the language? What if they couldn’t understand her and put her in an orphanage? She’d never see her sister or her cat again!
Poor Tuna! Would they remember to clean his litter box or give him his kibble? If only Tuna were with her now. There were no mice to live on in the air, but perhaps he could catch a bat.
Before she could worry too much, her eyes grew heavy and she began to nod off whispering, “Do cats eat bats?” to no one in particular.
She must’ve been dreaming, because for a moment she imagined he was there with her, as large as her sister.
Oh yes, cats eat bats all the time. You wouldn’t happen to be a bat, now would you?
