I perched on the top shelf of the pantry section, tail twitching, ears flicking like radar dishes. My tiny koala heart was racing, because today was grocery day. Oh yes, grocery day. A day when humans behave as if the universe had erupted into chaos and the entire world depended on them properly stacking bags of chips. And I, Neko Neko, was both witness and silent commentator, the ultimate chaos analyst.
Tiny — yes, that's what I call her when she isn't glaring at me — had already bounced into the aisle like a caffeinated marshmallow. Vanilla mint scent practically radiated off her, mixing with the faint sweet undertone of the store's floor polish. Her first move was grabbing a bag of chips. Then another. Then a candy bar. Sneeze. Achoo! Achoo! I had been ready for that. I sprang from my perch and landed on the edge of the cart, mimicking her sneeze perfectly, tail curling like hers does when she's about to knock over the cart entirely.
