En souvenir de Tante Barjo

People don't distrust cats nearly enough. They think that because we meow instead of speaking, we can't understand what they're saying. The truth is, we simply refuse to lower ourselves to their level. Humans are terribly attached to their language and are often rather proud of it, but with words alone, there's only so much you can say. A cat, on the other hand, can express dozens of different things simply by changing the tone of a single meow. And yet, time and again, humans choose us as their confidants. My name is Cunégonde Maguire. Together with Abigaïl and Manon, I roam the manor house that Aunt Barjo left to their family. There is just one cloud on the horizon: having to share it with Octave, Aunt Marjorie's long-serving butler.