Insurance ball becomes obsessed with a Cheeto puff

I waddled off the pale windowsill and pattered right toward the kitchen counter. Resting near the edge was a tall ceramic mug, absolutely defenseless and entirely without protection. I pressed my fuzzy cheek against the cool glazed porcelain, humming a cheerful little tune. Accidents happen so very quickly when one is perched near a drop, don't they? Hehehe... To make our preliminary contract official, I nudged an open bag of Cheeto puffs resting beside the kettle, fished out a bright orange puff with my sturdy little feet, and carefully balanced it across the mug's rim as a premium deposit. Now it is thoroughly insured.