The Great Toilet Paper Caper: A Tale of Two Mischief-Makers

Hey there, Haku here! I’ve got a story for you, and it involves two key players: me, Haku, the most handsome smoked tabby, and my new roommate, Baz. See, Baz and I are recent friends—he’s new around here, came in a bit shy and sad, but he’s really starting to come out of his shell, especially when it comes to causing trouble with me. Now, let me tell you about my favorite thing in the world: paper towels. You might wonder what’s so special about them. But oh, if you could just feel the pure joy of shredding that soft, crinkly goodness with your claws. They’re practically made for cat fun! I had a solid setup in the office until recently: I'd sneak in and grab a roll whenever the humans weren’t looking. They’d leave the closet door open sometimes, and that was my moment to strike. But then... they caught on . They started keeping the paper towels locked up. Can you believe that? I can’t access a single roll these days. Not one! The humans call it "damage control," but I ...