Reasonable DoubtThe cat walked jerkily across the desk with a mincing, high-stepping gait, its back arched. When it came to the edge of the desk, its forepaws slipped off and it scrabbled wildly for a foothold. Not being able to gain purchase, it fell to the ground. But being a cat, it landed on all fours.
A disembodied hand scooped up the cat and put it back on the desk, and the process was repeated. Only this time, the cat daintily protruded one forepaw and having ascertained the position of the edge of the desk, it sprang gracefully to the ground.
Zahi opened her eyes. “Cats on the brain, that’s what I have,” she thought sleepily. She had fallen asleep while reading ‘Posture and Righting Reflexes’ from the notes of Madam Hutoxi Madan. These were in the form of a series of experiments
