Once upon a bank holiday Monday that felt every bit like a Sunday, there lived a sleepy cat in the city of Douglas. Cat, you see, was not like other cats who relished the thrill of a chase or the frolic of an outdoor escapade. No, Cat loved nothing more than stories, especially those read aloud when the world seemed wrapped in a gentle pause. On this particular Monday, the sun rose lazily, casting a warm, golden glow that whispered through the curtains of Cat's humble home. The Douglas city...