The other night while Mom was fast asleep, and Dad and I were up late working in his office, when it started to thunder and rain. I'll admit I was a bit scared so I scooted under the desk and snuggled right down on Dad's feet.
Maybe he was scared too because he let me fall asleep on his feet. We were enjoying our snuggle time when suddenly we heard the front door open. It stopped both of our hearts. Dad reached down and scooped me into his arms both of us were scared now. Dad got up and rounded the corner to face the intruder.
It turns out that Mom, in her stealth mode, had made her way to the front door to look at the storm. Dad still had me clutched to his chest when he called out to her accusingly.
"You scared the sh!# out of us."
"I'm sorry!" at which time she started to giggle "What were you gonna do with Finny? Yell out to the burglar "I have a cat and I'm not afraid to use it!""
She should know I can hold my own in a fight! I'm small but scrappy!