John frowned. “What do you mean?”
“She always sits in the corner, meowing and looking so innocent.” Amber eyed her feline companion. “But I swear it's like she's planning her revenge.”
“As much as we spoil her?” John laughed. “You're going crazy, Sweetie.”
“Yeah. You're probably right.” Fluffy appeared to be having a normal day, sleeping eighteen hours and lounging. Amber scratched behind Fluffy's ears, and her cat purred with satisfaction. Her owners left the room.
“Darn. My cover's been blown,” Fluffy thought. “Must think of Plan B for human domination.”