The Thief

The thief was stopped by a kitten.
He had it all worked out so well in his mind. He would break in when the family was asleep. There was no dog – so there wouldn’t be any barking to wake them up. He would walk carefully through the house, taking their valuables and electronics, and he would easily be out within a short time. They wouldn’t catch him. Absolutely nothing could go wrong.
That was until the terrifying little beast with razor sharp claws jumped out and bit his ankle. He fell over, knocking over and breaking a large vase. And then the lights came on, and he faced his attacker.
She weighed about three-and-a-half pounds. Her name was Fluffy.