We have established that there are items I hold dear and try to keep away from prying hands. We also know that I sometimes have to resort to dubious means to secure these objects from soft-minded humans. I have a confession to make: there is a certain thrill in appropriating these trophies.
A successful theft is first and foremost a display of skill on the part of the cat, who is naturally adept at sneaking. Graceful stealth is part of our nature; we are the modern heirs to the ninja of yore. Earlier this week, I performed one such act of light-handedness when my human pulled a tea bag out of her purse. It was quick and silent, and she knew not what had happened when it was gone.
This new trophy is now safe in my stash. I must say, the woman does have taste, for the smell emanating from that bag is heavenly. Its creators must also be the discerning sort, because it bears the picture of a cat. Hm… I wonder what it could mean.