I am so tired of my sweets going mysteriously missing. I don’t usually buy fancy cakes, candies, or cookies, but I receive them quite regularly as souvenirs from my well-travelled friends and students. Unfortunately, I rarely get the chance to eat them myself … no, as soon as I leave them on the table, they disappear, courtesy of a mysterious someone (who probably isn’t a cat). I try hiding them, but that same someone has a special sense that enables him to sniff them out in record time. Hence I’ve never been able to enjoy eating sweets in the privacy of my own home, not once.
Yesterday I took a delicious revenge. I left some yummy-looking whiskey bon-bons on my kitchen table. Only minutes later, they went missing. And only a few minutes after that, I was treated to the sound of someone (who has never touched alcohol in his life) suddenly coughing and spluttering alone in his room.
It was such a satisfying sound. I bet he didn’t expect that at all.