LorryBorne
Most cats nap in sunbeams, chase shadows, and knock things off shelves for sport. Angel? She prefers the hum of a finely tuned engine, the scent of leather seats, and the thrill of a perfect drift around a hairpin curve.
To the world, she's a graceful Russian Blue with impeccable manners and a fondness for brushing sessions. But behind those glimmering eyes lies a secret: Angel is a driving prodigy. Not just good-legendary. She learned the art of the wheel in silence, mastering the clutch with a flick of her paw and cornering like a feline phantom.
No one suspects a thing. Not Boots, her loyal companion with a nose for pastry and espionage. Not the finches, who chirp gossip from the windowsill. Not even the driving instructor, who still believes she's struggling with reverse.
But when a velvet-lined envelope arrives, sealed with a golden pawprint and scented with mystery, Angel knows her quiet days are over. Monaco awaits-with its winding roads, glittering casinos, and a shadow from her past she thought she'd left behind.
She brushes her whiskers, adjusts her sunglasses, and slides into the driver's seat.
The chase is on.