Sniffing Out the Prize

Sixty seconds was all it took. One brief moment of time, one brief lapse of concentration by the two-legged creature, and a little patience and ingenuity on my part.

I had already disposed of the only other possible witness. That busybody blue-eared rat brought it upon himself though. I told him to keep his squeaky trap shut, but he just wouldn’t listen. When he threatened to sell me out unless I scooped him some cheese, he gave me no other choice. Sorry Mr. Rat, but you will squeak no more.

I had practiced my route for days, knowing my timing had to be precise. And then it happened! The human entered the kitchen, setting my cunning plan in motion. I stealthily ran under the big green bush and watched for my cue. The moment she opened the cupboard door, I meowed at the top of my kitty lungs.

When she ran from the kitchen, I hid behind the glittery bags. As she headed towards the bedroom, I pounced. Seconds later, I was back, relaxing under the tree with my prized bag of nip, and she was none the wiser. I’m sure she’ll figure it out eventually.