Daily story, June 7, 2025

At four in the morning, roused by the twilight, the cat climbed a shelf and knocked my magic lamp to the floor. We pretended not to hear and went back to sleep. By the time we woke up, his wishes had been granted: we were well-stocked with the posh food he likes, and next door’s cat had disappeared. But none of us could work out what his third wish had been.