That fluffy little ball of chaos named Whiskers decided to take on the ultimate enemy: this beast. He/She/It pounced around the loud thing, glaring curiosity. A moment it seemed like Whiskers/Mittens/Sir Pounce-A-Lot {was about to strike, but then it{ suddenly took off with a loud meow. The vacuum cleaner just kept on sucking, totally unfazed. Ma… Read More