The Nighttime Stare Down
The humans were sleeping soundly, unaware of the urgency at hand.
The Battle of the Forbidden Shelf
It sat there, high above the ground, gleaming under the soft glow of the kitchen light: The Golden Vase.
The Green Thumb Heist
The plants had been calling to me for days. Their tiny green leaves stretched toward the light, silently begging for freedom from their dirt-filled prisons.
The Shadow on the Fence
The night was quiet, too quiet. The humans had gone to bed, leaving me to my nightly patrol of the household.