🌙 Muffin’s 4 AM Story
Every night, as the clock strikes 4 AM, Muffin begins his sacred ritual.
Step 1: launch off the bed like a furry missile. Step 2: zoom through the hallway with thunderous paws.
Step 3: knock over something that definitely wasn’t in the way an hour ago.
Dad jolts awake, heart pounding, convinced the house is haunted. Meanwhile, Muffin freezes mid-run —
eyes wide, tail puffed — like a tiny ghost who just remembered rent was due.
A distant sound? Clearly a threat. Must investigate immediately.
A flicker of light? An intruder! Or worse — a moth.
Muffin goes full detective mode: slow crawl, dramatic tail twitch, then a 0-to-100 leap worthy of an
action-movie trailer. He lands with the grace of a potato, crashes into a shoebox, and sprints away like
he meant to do that.
Dad shoots upright in bed, convinced a burglar just tripped the alarm. Meanwhile Muffin stands in the hallway,
pupils the size of saucers, looking proud of his successful “security sweep.” Mission complete. House secure.
Human traumatized.
Five minutes later, the fearless warrior curls up on the floor, purring like a tiny engine, leaving his poor
human wide-eyed, questioning his life choices — and Googling “how to stop cat midnight parkour.”