Everybody is a little on edge this morning. Julius just got chased back upstairs. Dusty likes to hunker down in the hallway next to the bottom of the staircase, hoping to pounce on Julius when he sneaks downstairs. Most of the time, she pops out only to discover it was only Spooky or Max. So much that the two of them are starting to hesitate everytime they reach the bottom step and peek over the edge of the railing, or they walk around the far outside of the corner.

This morning, however, her patience paid off. She caught the orange boy and leapt out screaming loudly. In a fraction of a second it was all over, and Jules was under the bed. All the other cats (except Echo) were still upstairs, and came out to the landing, leg muscles tensed, eyes wide open and ears perked up alertly, to see what the commotion was.