I found muddy footprints leading from the back door to the kitchen. I didn’t know what to do.
Then, yesterday, it got worse. I came home from work to find my living room rearranged. The coffee table was moved, and the books on my shelf were in a different order. I was terrified. I locked myself,

in my bedroom and called the police.When they arrived, but after searching, they found nothing. Just as they were leaving, one officer hesitated and said, ‘Ma’am, there’s no sign of anyone breaking in, but… I think I know what’s going on.’ My heart raced as he leaned in closer and asked,

‘Have you… checked on your cat?’And that’s when I remembered. My cat. The gremlin