Sharla

Sharla entered the kitchen, her footsteps slow and deliberate. Narrowed, amber slits raked over the room. Nobody was around. Perfect. After a stealthy stride to the fridge, she opened the door. She widened her eyes in delight and opened her mouth into a slight smile.

There was one piece of chocolate cake left. Pursing her lips, she looked around once more, just to be safe. Sharla quickly grabbed a plate and a fork and served herself on the counter. Her tail swayed to and fro as she dug into her morning meal with the precision of a surgeon. She let out a contented sigh as she savored the taste.