The intrusion happened just before dawn, under the cover of darkness. It was the opposite of subtle: it was loud, noisy and a complete rumpus. The sound woke up the residents, who in a measured and dizzy manner hobbled toward the source of all this commotion to see what was, in fact, up.

It turned out to be a very smol kitten engaged in a deadly combat with a sock. The outcome was still uncertain, but it seemed as if the sock was winning.

Relieved, the inhabitants saved the kitten and went back to sleep, bringing the smol purring ball of fur with them.