Silently she moves around the room, leaping from couch to chair to mantel. She stops every few steps to let her eyes sweep in search of movement. Soon she reaches her goal – a bowl under a bay window. Stopping on the ledge, she pauses again but senses nothing.
Another leap and the bowl is hers. Working quickly, she empties its contents. Satisfied, she begins the long trip back.
The bowl’s owner enters the room. Reaching the window, he finds the bowl empty. He turns to bark at his master.
“Sorry, boy, it looks like the cat burglar has struck again!”