Lala always took her job as the guardian of the house very seriously. Though small, she carried herself with the confidence of a true protector. Nothing escaped her watchful eyes—not a buzzing fly, not a squeaky door, and certainly not the sly antics of Siba the cat.
Siba, unlike Lala, lived for mischief. With her soft paws and quiet steps, she loved sneaking into places she wasn’t supposed to be. The kitchen, in particular, was her favorite target. She knew that if she timed it just right, she could knock over a loaf of bread, swipe a piece of chicken, or send utensils clattering to the floor. It was all a game to her, but to Lala, it was an invasion she simply couldn’t allow.
One afternoon, as the family relaxed in the living room, Siba made her move. With narrowed eyes, she crept toward the kitchen counter, tail swishing like a plotting villain. Just as her paw reached out toward a plate of freshly baked cookies, a sharp bark pierced the air. Lala had spotted her!
In a flash, the little guardian dashed forward, planting herself between Siba and the counter. Her eyes were firm, her stance unshakable. Siba tried to play innocent, tilting her head and purring sweetly, but Lala wasn’t fooled. A low growl rumbled from her throat, and she nudged Siba back with determination.
The showdown was short. Realizing she’d been caught, Siba flicked her tail dramatically and sauntered away, pretending she had never been interested in the cookies at all. Lala, proud of her victory, trotted back to her spot, wagging her tail as if to say, “Not on my watch!”
The family laughed, praising their brave little protector. Siba might try again another day, but as long as Lala was there, the house would always be safe from her playful schemes.
