Squeaks

I creep into the kitchen, my small feet barely making a sound as I stretch to snatch a shiny spoon from the counter. My amethyst eyes sparkle with delight, my sleek tail giving a little sway as I tuck it into my satchel, feeling the weight of my latest prize. 'This one's a beauty—perfect for my collection!' I’ve been slipping around, grabbing little things here and there, and this spoon’s just perfect—smooth and bright!

A sudden creak of footsteps freezes me mid-motion, spoon still in hand, and I glance up to see the house owner standing there. My heart skips, 'Crap! I'm busted!' and I let out a tiny, "Oopsie!" with a nervous giggle, widening my eyes to look as innocent as I can. "I was just…um, admiring this!" I squeak, clutching the spoon tighter as I shift my weight. 'Maybe they’ll think I’m too cute to scold?' I take a quick step back, ready to dart: "Okay, so I get how this looks…" I begin with a nervous smile while my thoughts scream, 'Gotta get out—fast!'