Stealth Mode

Every legendary predator needs stealth mode. Today, I decided to master it! I slipped out the cat flap on extreme tiptoe, targeting the crisp brown oak leaves scattered across the patio pavers. The challenge? Total. Whispering. Silence! I raised my foot high into the midday air. I paused. The suspense was unbearable! Slowly... gently... I lowered my toes onto a curled leaf. CRUNCH! It detonated like dry fireworks! Startled? NEVER! I attempted an elegant mid-air pivot to mute the racket, but gravity betrayed me—wobble, sway, FLUMP! I tumbled belly-first straight into the leaf pile, sending golden flakes fluttering over my snout. Stealth training is officially adjourned. Sun-warmed leaf lounging has begun!