Human’s mom is an early riser (one who never feeds me, I might add). And when she gets up, the first thing she does is pour a cup of that stinky brown liquid humans like so much.

Shortly before dawn, I crept downstairs, jumped stealthily onto the counter and batted open the cupboard door. Then I curled up as small as I could on top of the mugs and settled down to wait. Soon, I heard my target make her way into the kitchen.

Yawning loudly, she crashed around, getting the stinky liquid maker ready. When I heard her stumbling over to my hiding place, I got into position. As soon as the door opened I jumped out—straight on to her face.

As she screamed, I tore loose a little pink roller full of hair and let go. When my Human came running down the stairs, I dove underneath the couch so I could hide but still hear what was going on.

There were a lot of tears. A lot of shouting. And a whole lot of apologizing by my Human. In the end, they left. And my peace and quiet returned. By tomorrow, it’ll be safe come out from under the couch—Human’s not good at holding a grudge.

All in all, it was a very successful mission.

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