in my bedroom and called the police.When they arrived, but after searching, they found nothing. Just as they were leaving, one officer hesitated and said, ‘Ma’am, there’s no sign of anyone breaking in, but… I think I know what’s going on.’ My heart raced as he leaned in closer and asked,

‘Have you… checked on your cat?’And that’s when I remembered. My cat. The gremlin. The chaotic tornado who loves knocking books over, dragging muddy shoes around, and swiping at the light switches like it’s her full-time job. Mystery solved. I’m just living with a furry agent of chaos.”