Smelling food, I instinctively walk into the kitchen. One of the little humans is cooking. Umm, smells good.
I stop dead in my tracks. Glancing around I spot my sister Sasha and my little brother Salem nearby, “Hide!” I shout.
Once we are safely hidden, Salem turns to me, “Why are we hiding?”
In between pants, I reply, “One of the little humans is flipping pancakes with our litter box scoop.”
A grin spreads across Salem’s face, “But that isn’t our fault.”
“I know, but our human is almost done eating. Do you want to be around when she finds out?”