The humans were baffled to discover the lack of fingerprints. I enjoyed listening to them squabble, curled inside my prize. Stretching, a shiver from the cool air circulating in the vent made the fur stand up on my back. I hunkered down, trying my best to not rip the satin sewn so pristinely together. I was not sure if the human that wore this would appreciate it as much as I, at this moment.
One of the human’s below had grown impatient. My ears twitched at the loud noises they made. I weighed the pros and cons of covering them. Deciding I didn’t want to miss out on the drama, I kept my ears free of my paws.
“It’s not like the Queen’s coronation crown just grew wings and flew out the window!” They yelled. A boot was thrown, along with a coffee cup. I sniffed, unable to keep the smile off my face. How easy they fall prey to their little minds. They cannot help it.
But I am the world’s best thief, and with pointed teeth and sharp claws on my side, there is nothing I cannot do. Sherlock Holmes would not even be able to capture me.
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