Marshmallow Mayhem

There was a silly little cat named Terry. Terry seemed innocent when he was adopted. He would play with toys and eat his food. He comforted his person in sadness and played tag when he was happy. Sometimes Terry would sit in between the doorway curtains and scare his brother as he walked through the door. It was all good fun. One night Terry was asleep when his people were still awake at night. They finished there game and show and went off to bed. A few hours into the night there was a noise, TSSK TSSK TSSK! RAP RAP! TSSK TSSK TSSK! RAP RAP! TSSK TSSK! The male human heard all the noise and was startled awake. He was very tired but did not get up. Instead he yelled down the stairs, "Be quiet Cat!" Not even knowing what happened, the human went back to sleep. Around 8 A.M. The Male Human woke up and went down the stairs, only to meet Terry at the bottom. "Meow!", he said. "What?", asked the human, forgetting about the noise the night before. Terry quickly turned and waddled into the other room. The man followed him. Low and Behold there was a sight to see. All over the floor was the miniature marshmallows from the cupboard. The bag had claw and teeth marks all over it. It was chewed open and the floor was covered in mini-marshmallows. It looked as if a lion had caught a large deer. Like the deer had fought for its life against the cunning yet inexperienced lion. The worst part was the (airtight) bag was in the cupboard, the highest cupboard in the house. Not only did he get the bag out of the cupboard somehow, he avoided everything else from the cupboard that he could have played with instead. If there is a moral to this story, it's Don't Feed your cat Marshmallows.