Hank didn’t do many bad things, but when he did, they were epic.
At least, that’s what his humans told their friends.
He didn’t know what they meant, but they laughed, and he welcomed that. Now, all he had to do was figure out how to keep them out of the bedroom. At only four years old, he had learned that no matter how cute he looked, he would be sleeping downstairs when his humans found sick on their bed.
“You have to see the beautiful white bedspread Bob bought.”
Hank tucked his tail and slunk out of the room.