Darla stared at her computer, fingers frozen over the keyboard. The email from her boss loomed: ‘URGENT: CLIENT PRESENTATION TOMORROW.’ Her cat, Sir Fluffington III, leapt onto the desk, tail flicking like a metronome of doom. ‘Focus, Darla,’ she muttered, but the cat had other plans. He swatted her mouse, sending it skidding under the couch. Darla groaned. ‘Not again.’ She crouched to retrieve it, only for Sir Fluffington III to pounce on her keyboard, claws extended. The screen blinked as his paw mashed ‘CTRL+ALT+DELETE.’ A cascade of error messages erupted. Darla lunged, but the cat dodged, tail high, leading her on a chaotic chase through the apartment. She tripped over a yoga mat, landing in a pile of expired cereal. The cat perched on the fridge, purring like a tiny engine. Darla stared at the mess, then at the cat. ‘You’re a menace,’ she said. Sir Fluffington III blinked, then nudged a banana peel toward her. She picked it up, stared at it, then burst out laughing. The next morning, her presentation? A PowerPoint titled ‘Why My Cat Is a Cybersecurity Expert.’ The client asked for a follow-up meeting. Darla didn’t mention the banana peel.
