The cat knocked over my coffee right as I sat down to answer emails.

She'd been asleep on the windowsill for forty-five minutes. Didn't move when I made the coffee, didn't flinch when I opened my laptop. But the second I put my fingers on the keyboard? Full Olympic dive across the desk.

Punchline

Turns out she wasn't napping — she was on purr-pose waiting for her cue.