📝🐱🎃 Something Is Rotten in the Kingdom… And It Isn't the Litter Tray

Something is going on in my household.

I cannot yet say what it is, but I know one thing for certain: my humans are hiding something.

They’ve been behaving rather strangely. There’s an unusual atmosphere in the palace. A certain tension in the air. The sort of suspicious excitement normally associated with a surprise birthday party, an unexpected tax refund, or someone discovering that I’ve been given two breakfasts.

And before anyone suggests Halloween, let me be perfectly clear.

I know Halloween. This is not Halloween.

For a start, nobody has put a ridiculous costume on me. A wise decision, admittedly, but hardly sufficient to explain the situation.

No. Something is different.

The humans seem to know something I don’t. Which is troubling, because knowing things before the humans is rather central to my position.

I have therefore launched a discreet investigation.

Every movement will be observed. Every closed door will be noted (and there have been a few lately). Every suspicious whisper will be treated as evidence. I may even sacrifice one of my afternoon naps in the interests of national security.

One of the shorter ones, obviously. We mustn’t overreact.

I have no intention of allowing my household to become a place where secrets are kept from its rightful ruler.

Whatever they’re hiding, I shall find it.

And when I do, there had better be a very good explanation.

Preferably involving treats 🍬.

Yours,
Mrs. Cotton 🐱🐾