The thief crept cautiously over the patio, muttering to himself. “Step on the crack, break your mother’s back. What a terrible thought! I love my mother.” When he reached the back door, he was delighted to find it unlocked.

“Samson, is it all clear?” He listened for a response. “Samson!?”

Silently, he opened the door… and saw a young girl pouring tea for several cats.

The girl, unaware of his entrance, finished pouring the tea. “Milk?”

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“Silly me. You’re a kitty.” She poured some teal liquid into his cup.

“Samson! Don’t drink that!!” The cat paused and looked up at the man, tongue halfway out of his mouth. The man rushed over and grabbed the milk carton, spilling some on his hands as it sloshed out. “It’s poison!”

The girl finally looked up at him. “No, it’s milk. It says so on the carton.”

“Why is it blue?!”

“Why are you sneaking into my house?” The girl’s father stood in the doorway, holding a baseball bat.

The thief looked down at his hands, now covered in teal ink, and hung his head.