Gravel Drumroll

I pushed past the garage side gate and broke out onto the gravel garden path for a proper morning raid! The grey stones were crunching under my stuffed feet, but one flat slate rock was sitting right in the middle like a percussion plate. I didn't hesitate. I scooped up a sharp white pebble with both front paws, charged two paces forward, and spiked it straight into the slab with maximum force! CRACK! The pebble shattered into three jagged sparks of dust and ricocheted into the garden mulch with an epic rimshot echo. The neighborhood officially knows I am awake!