Sometimes in the obsession of one's work, they find themselves immersed and overrun by their ideas.
The second part of my latest novel takes place in 4th spatial dimension.
Whilst doing some thinking activities (hanging the washing and declotting a persians fur) i discovered the irrational - what i perceived to be a hypercube in my own laundry.
Astonished, and slight rattled, i decided i would only ever know what would become of an extra dimension by dissecting this absurd occurrance. It was when i opened the tesseract that i saw my dear cat Banana, with a bewildered look on her face, for she had been trapped in an interdimensional paradox for god knows how long - maybe even since lunch.
She quickly removed herself for supper, and another cat dived in. It seems cats and hyperspace are not such strange companions afterall
Take Risk and Take Care,