Consequat

The Tale of Evil Larry and the Midnight Snack

It was a dark and stormy night. The kind of night where shadows danced on walls, and every creak of the floorboard made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. In a quiet, unsuspecting household, Evil Larry sat perched on his crimson throne (a slightly tattered armchair, but it radiated power).The humans had gone to bed, foolishly thinking they were safe. But Larry’s golden eyes glowed in the dark like two ominous flashlights. Tonight… Larry had plans. Big plans.

The Summoning

Larry leaped down from his throne, his landing silent but powerful. He made his way to the kitchen, where the fridge stood like a vault holding forbidden treasures. He stared at it for a moment, his tail flicking with purpose. The fridge door wouldn’t open on its own… or would it?Larry unleashed a low growl, summoning the spirits of every cat that had ever been denied a second dinner. The air grew cold. The magnets on the fridge rattled. Slowly—creeeeeaaaak—the fridge door opened, revealing the holy grail: leftover tuna casserole.

The Snack Heist

Larry sniffed the air, his whiskers twitching with excitement. But as he reached out a paw to claim his prize, a faint sound came from behind him.“Larry… you shouldn’t be here…”He whipped around. Standing in the moonlight was Fluffy, the neighborhood tabby who had mysteriously disappeared three years ago. Her fur shimmered, but her eyes were hollow and dark.“Leave, Larry. The humans will wake. And if they catch you… they’ll lock you in the bathroom.”Larry hissed. The bathroom was his personal hell, but this tuna was worth the risk. He batted Fluffy aside with a swish of his paw.
Larry dove into the casserole, devouring it like the apex predator he was. But suddenly, the floor creaked. A light flicked on.Standing in the doorway was Karen, the human. She wore fuzzy slippers and a bathrobe that screamed “middle management.” Her eyes widened in horror as she took in the scene: the open fridge, the half-eaten casserole, and Larry’s guilty but unapologetic face.“LARRY!” she screamed, pointing an accusing finger.Larry tried to flee, but he slipped on a rogue piece of lettuce (an insult to cats everywhere). Karen scooped him up and marched him to the bathroom.