He plummeted into the basement, landing hard on a pile of discarded pillows. Above him, his cat, Lula, peered over the edge of the jagged hole. She didn't meow. She didn't look concerned. She simply began licking a paw, her yellow eyes glinting with a cold, calculated boredom.
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The floor didn't drop. Instead, a tiny hidden compartment opened, revealing a single, pristine laser pointer.
"Lula, please," Max gasped. "I'll buy the expensive wet food. The stuff with the gravy!"