Book Cat-astrophe!

First, I must apologise for my terrible pun. Sorry.

The reason for this post is that I've had a little mishap involving my adorable menace of a kitten and one of my nice (and few) hardcover books.

Let me set the scene.

I have a desk sitting in one corner of my tiny bedroom, and on this desk is a top shelf. On this top shelf, I store my favourite series (Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments and The Infernal Devices) as well as any hardcovers I can fit, since my bookshelf is quite a sad saggy one and I'm afraid it can't take any extra weight than necessary.

Along comes kitten.

"Meow!" (Loosely translated means "There's a really, really high shelf, I MUST CLIMB IT!")

So he takes a flying leap.

Cue avalanche of hardcover books.

I don't think I've seen him move so fast since I brought him home in November.

I start reshelving books to discover that the dust jacket of my previously pristine copy of The Lady of the Rivers by Philippa Gregory is not so pristine anymore.

Sad face :(

One of the biggest book owner problems for me is damaged books, especially when you're not the one who damaged the book.

It's easy to point a finger at the friend who dog-eared your pages, or bent the cover, or cracked the spine, but it's different when a pet damages a book. You can't point a finger, you just have to mourn and move on.

(Or buy a new copy)