Mission: Possible – Gryzka vs. The Closet

The opportunity presented itself at precisely 10:42 AM. The human, in a moment of weakness, left the wardrobe door slightly ajar. A rookie mistake. My mission was clear: infiltrate the forbidden zone, assess its treasures, and claim it as my own.

Step one: Silent entry. I squeezed through the gap, my tail brushing against the fabric fortress of coats. The scent of past adventures (and questionable human fashion choices) filled the air.

Step two: Reconnaissance. Shoes, scarves, and—what’s this? A pile of freshly washed clothes? I dove in. Soft. Warm. Obviously meant for me.

Step three: Establish dominance. I kneaded the territory, ensuring all fabric absorbed my essence. The human would never again wear these clothes without thinking of me.

Then, disaster struck. The door creaked. Footsteps approached. The human. I had mere seconds before—

“GRYZKA!”

I activated Emergency Defense Protocol: go completely limp. If I didn’t move, perhaps she would believe I was part of the wardrobe.

“Why are you in there?” she demanded, as if she didn't already know.

I blinked innocently.

She sighed. "Out."

I sighed back. A tragic defeat. But as I strutted out with fur still clinging to her black sweater, I knew one thing: I had won the war.