Mango, a fluffy kitty with a coat as orange as a ripe mango, sneaked into the kitchen, his eyes shining with mischief. His nose twitched, catching the yummy smell of butter left on the table.
"Oh, my favorite treat!" Mango purred to himself, his tail waving in excitement.
Milla, the kind owner with a soft voice and a flour-stained apron, was busy in the kitchen, not noticing Mango's presence.
"Mango, where are you? Breakfast is almost ready!" she called, her voice showing a mix of love and annoyance.
Mango ignored her, his eyes locked on the butter. He crouched low, planning his move.
The butter was within reach. Mango stretched out a paw, his whiskers twitching with excitement. But just as he was about to taste the golden goodness, Milla turned around.
"Mango! Get down from there right now!" she scolded, but her eyes sparkled with laughter.
"Totally worth it!" he thought, his eyes half-closed in bliss.
Meanwhile, Milla watched from the kitchen window, smiling. She knew that life in the cottage was always exciting with Mango around.
"Okay, you little rascal, let’s have dinner," Milla said, smiling as she scratched behind Mango's ears.
"Deal," Mango silently agreed, purring as she set down his bowl, their playful dance of mischief and love continuing under the starlit sky.
