He smuggled the goods in under the cover of nightfall. His backpack shifted lopsided and heavy as picked his way carefully up the oak tree. Catching his breath in the crook of trunk and branch, Aiden eyed the dark window of his bedroom. The downstairs was alight, his uncle probably cooking dinner by now.
Aiden crept along the thick branch on all fours. He was halfway to the roof and his bedroom window when his backpack slid suddenly one way. The sudden movement almost pitched him two stories down and he went belly to branch. Cheek pressed to rough bark, Aiden hugged the branch.
A few shaky breaths and he wobbled his way onto the roof, toe to heel so no one inside the house would hear. The window hinges were well greased and he ducked inside with an unceremonious hop. Aiden exhaled out a huff of breath and carefully took off his backpack.
On the bedspread, he unzipped the backpack and peeled the two sides down. A triangle-eared ball of black fur yowled at him from its cushioned nest. The hefty sized kitten hopped out, landing liquid and wobbly on the floor. Aiden grinned at the stray as it began to explore the corners of his bedroom.
Aiden was half way through assembling its new bed when the smells of cooking hit his nose. He looked up and noticed the door and the kitten sized crack between it and the door frame.
The scramble into the hallway and down the stairs nearly cost him his footing. Aiden stumbled into the kitchen, already thinking up an excuse for a sudden-non-cat-related search of the house.
Both his sister and his uncle turned to him with equally curious looks. The kitten was in his sisters arms, attempting to clumsily chomp on her blonde hair. As Aiden gaped at it, the kitten yawned and began an engine roar of a purr.
Aiden turned his best smile on his uncle. “So how do you feel about cats?”