The Foaming Cauldron

Night had fully arrived, and after sneaking home from my street patrol, I retreated straight into the misty silence of the bathroom. Perched high upon the porcelain edge of the sink, I discovered a pump-top dispenser of citrus hand soap. Grasping the nozzle like the heavy valve of an ominous chemical mortar, I threw my entire plush weight onto the plunger—*SQUISH!* A pale, bubbling mound surged out, landing in a wet smear across the shiny chrome drain. I dipped my paw into the slick foam, dragged it along the mirror to smear a sinister dripping trail, and froze in theatrical suspense, waiting for the shadows to notice my cursed masterpiece!