The Tiny Foe That Fooled Me

It started with a tiny movement. A flicker in the corner of my vision. A shadowy figure creeping across the floor.

A bug.

As a highly trained feline detective, I, Gryzka, knew it was my duty to investigate.

I dropped into stealth mode—tail low, ears forward, eyes locked on the suspect. The bug, clearly unaware that it was dealing with a professional, continued its journey across the rug.

I moved in.

It stopped.

I stopped.

It moved.

I pounced! SUCCESS! …Or so I thought.

When I lifted my paw, the bug was gone.

Huh.

I sniffed. Nothing. I checked under my paw. Nothing. I looked at Ania, who was watching from the couch.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Detective work, obviously.”

I spun around. There it was again! On the wall this time. This bug was good. A runner. A climber. But I was better.

I leaped, paws outstretched—

Splat.

Missed.

When I looked again, the bug was nowhere to be found.

A ghost bug?! Unacceptable.

I scoured the room. Under the table. Behind the couch. On the windowsill. Nothing.

It had vanished into thin air.

Defeated, I slumped onto the floor. This case was unsolvable. A stain on my detective career.

Then, I heard it.

A tiny, traitorous buzz behind me.

I turned.

There it was. Mocking me.

The case wasn’t over yet. Round two begins now.