The sun streamed through the round kitchen window, painting the counters in gold. CatNap sat tall on a stool, whisk in paw, eyes narrowed in determination. Today, he told himself, he was going to bake a cake worthy of his name—neat, flawless, and nothing less than perfect. Of course, he hadn’t accounted for the sound of Dogday’s paws skittering
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