Brutus

Brutus McIntyre stretched out as the last rays of the sun lit up the room. It had been a long day and nothing feels better than that warmth radiating through your bones.
A sound from the hall way, and a turn of the door lock upsets his nap and sends an anxious alarm through his body. He hunkers down hiding, his heart beating rapidly. The door eases open just enough for the intruder to slip through.
Brutus keeps still, knowing he won't be seen as the man walks through the room. He had been lying on the floor and it was easy to just slip behind the sofa. Looking out from the side he observes the invader going into the kitchen. He hears the plundering of the cabinets. He hears him call out to him as if to coax him out of his safe haven. Brutus wonders just what he could be doing in there and just as he has decided he might creep into see, the man comes back. Now he crosses to the spiral stair leading to the bedroom. Louder noises come from above and from the bathroom as well. The man takes so long that Brutus feels that it is critical that he know just what and where this invader is. He silently slips up the stairs and slides into the hall closet. He watches unobserved as the craven ram sacks the place. Little damage seems to be done.
It appears that the craven is checking out all of the rooms and looking under the furniture, and now calling out his name, here kitty kitty....