Whiskers vs. The Cucumber Intruder

My cat literally thinks cucumbers are green demons sent from another dimension to destroy

her entire existence. So yesterday I'm making lunch and Whiskers is doing her usual thing,

sprawling across the kitchen counter like she owns the place. I'm chopping vegetables

when I accidentally drop a cucumber slice right behind her. The sound it makes

hitting the counter is barely audible, like a whisper of doom. Whiskers turns around

and I swear her pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates. She froze like someone

hit pause on the universe. For three solid seconds, she stared at this

innocent cucumber slice like it was Godzilla wearing a vegetable costume. Then chaos erupted.