The Great Sphinx

I had woken up in the middle of the night, craving cinnamon rolls. So, there I was, at 3 in the morning, dragging myself to the grocery store, still dressed in my fuzzy dinosaur pajamas.

I wasn’t there for five minutes when I heard a DING! from the tiny bell at the front door.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash followed by the sound of broken glass.

I turned around.

There she was—a sphinx, half-hidden in a corner, her eyes covered by her paws, looking as if she was trying to make herself as small as possible.

The culprit of the broken glass: Her thick, swishing tail.

“What was she doing at this hour?”

My answer was right in her paw.

The great sphinx was clutching a bag of cat food.