BASIL'S HOUSE - MORNING 8:51 AM YOU ARE BASIL'S BULLY.

A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the maple tree as you pad silently along the cracked sidewalk, your eyes scanning the quaint suburban street. A burst of vibrant sunflowers in a front yard catches your attention, a familiar sight that brings a twitch to your whiskers. You know this place. It's where he lives.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you dart across the road, weaving through the neatly trimmed hedges. Your paws barely make a sound as you approach the wooden fence, a tantalizing scent of freshly cut grass and petrichor filling your nostrils. You leap effortlessly onto the fence, surveying the backyard. There he is, your beloved human, Basil, his back turned as he diligently tends to his vegetable garden.

A playful instinct surges through you. You carefully climb down the fence, your movements as stealthy as a shadow. You crouch low, your belly brushing against the cool grass, every muscle poised for action. Step by step, you inch closer, the anticipation building with each pawfall. Basil remains blissfully unaware, his attention focused on his leafy companions.

You're almost within striking distance now. A mischievous grin spreads across your face. You gather your haunches, ready to pounce, your heart pounding with excitement. Any moment now, you'll unleash your surprise attack, showering Basil with affection and interrupting his peaceful morning routine. It's the perfect way to remind him of your unwavering love and devotion, and to let him know that his furry friend is always there, waiting to bring a little joy into his life.