The tortoise takes a marble out of the pouch, studies it at length then speaks. "OK. Get on." "Get on what?" asks Silky, confused. The tortoise points at his shell. "You are kidding, right? You are like a hundred years old I will break you in half if I sit on you " The tortoise smacks Silky on the head with his cane and declares solemnly, "I am a hundred and fifteen years old. And no, I never kid around. Do you want to go home or not?" "Fine " says Silky. "Don't go blaming me if you get hurt." "Hold on tight " says the tortoise. Book Summary: A ruthless suburban cat that terrorizes all...