It is a beautiful summer evening in Acme Acres. At an apartment, Furrball, his mother Mrs. Elizabeth Cat and his sister Terry Cat are in the kitchen, having dinner. Before long, they finish their dinner.

"Mom, that was delicious." Furrball says.

"What's for dessert?" Terry asks.

"Something special for my dear family…" Mrs. Cat says. She stands up and walks towards the fridge. She opens the fridge and takes out a plate with a black forest cake on it, before showing it to Furrball and Terry. "A black forest cake."

"Oooooohhhhhh..." Furrball and Terry remark, upon seeing the cake.

Mrs. Cat puts the plate with the cake on the table and cuts three slices with a knife. She then puts each slice on a plate. With that done, she gives a slice to Furrball, one to Terry and one to herself. A few minutes later, they all finish eating their slices.

"Mom, this is the best cake I have ever tasted." Terry replies.

"Yes. It is so sweet." Furrball says.

"I'm so glad you guys love it. This cake was my mom's recipe. She passed it down to me when I was of age." Mrs. Cat explains.

"Grandma sure was great." Terry says.

"I'll say. Can I please have one more slice, Mom?" Furrball asks.

"Sorry, Ryan, but you can't. It is almost bedtime. Besides, too much chocolate is bad for you." Mrs. Cat tells Furrball, before standing up and putting the plate with the rest of the cake back in the fridge.

"But, Mom…" Furrball starts. But before he can say anything else, Terry interrupts him.

"Listen to Mom, Ryan. She knows what's best for us." Terry tells her little brother.

Furrball sighs, reluctantly agreeing with what Terry and his mom have just told him.

20 minutes later, Mrs. Cat is in Furrball's bedroom as she is tucking him into bed.

"Mom, thanks again for giving me a slice of that cake, but I can't I please have one more slice?"

"For the last time, Ryan: no. Too much chocolate is not good for your health. You will have more slices tomorrow."

"Do I really have to wait until tomorrow?"

"Trust me. It'll be worth to wait."

"Alright then."

"Now go to sleep. Good night."

"Good night."

Furrball closes his eyes and Mrs. Cat gives him a kiss on the forehead. She then heads out of Furrball's room, making sure to turn the lights off and close the door behind her as she leaves. However, once Mrs. Cat leaves, Furrball opens his left eye, looking in the direction where the door is. He looks at us, the readers, and a smirk grows on his face.

"She doesn't know me that well, does she?"

30 minutes later, Furrball quietly opens the bedroom door and tiptoes out. He tiptoes towards the door of Mrs. Cat's room. He listens carefully with his left ear and hears his mom sleeping soundly. He then tiptoes towards the door of Terry's room and also hears her sleeping soundly. Heaving a sigh, he tiptoes in the kitchen and opens the fridge. He takes out the plate with the rest of the cake and puts it on the table. With the knife, he cuts two slices and puts them on another plate, before eating them quietly. Once he finishes eating the two slices, Furrball puts the plate with the rest of the cake back in the fridge and closes the fridge's door. Using the kitchen sink, he washes the plate, the fork and the knife, and puts them back in their places. With that done, he tiptoes back to his bedroom and closes the door. He climbs back in his bed and covers his lower body.

"That was very delicious. Lucky for me, Mom and Terry haven't caught me eating two more slices. Now I can go to bed."

Furrball then lies down and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.