It smells so good downstairs! Mari and her father are making crepes and I hope its almost time for supper. Hm.

Or should I see my cat stalking skills are working? I decide to go with the latter option, cheered on by my growling stomach. I mean, they won't miss one, right?

Carefully, I sneak down the steps. Squeak! Oh, I forgot about the middle step that makes that sound if you step on it. I stand frozen, tail rigid. Whew, it looks like the coast is clear.

There's already a stack on the table as Mari holds her spatula as Tom whistles a cheery tune. My stomach is singing too, and its a song called "feed me!" Carefully, I hunch down and reach up to grab a crepe. Then I see the look on Marinette's face, her spatula poised about to strike. "Cat, what are you doing?" she glares at me, while Tom pours more batter into the pan. "I just want one, Princess. I'm hungry," I say. "You and that green gleam in your eye! And you almost swiped one!"

Tom breaks off his merry tune, and turns to the both of us. "If you want to help, Cat, you could make scrambled eggs," he suggests. Good old Papa Dupain. He knows about my naughty tail, so I thank him for keeping me busy.

I grab the eggs out of the fridge, and take out a small bowl. As I crack the eggs I sing a little tune underneath my breath. "I'm a happy kitty, who has finally found his family, I'm so lucky," I hum.

Mari giggles as I start to stir the eggs. "Princess, I know I burn lots of things, but eggs aren't one of them." Mama Cheng and Papa Dupain are teaching me how to cook, and even if I'm a beginning and I charred the toast yesterday (honestly, it was as black as my suit) eggs aren't that hard.

"No, you were lucky I didn't get your rump with the spalta!" I grin as she waves it under my nose. "Maybe its your lucky charm," I tease. I pour the mixture into the hot pan, concentrating fiercely. "Yeah, lucky we get to eat breakfast," she says. I put on a innocent expression. Scraping the eggs around the pan, I add some salt and boy, do they smell good! Then I see a fork coming my way from the corner of my eye, and quickly swipe my paw at the offending object. "Hey!" Mari says, as the fork clatters to the floor. I laugh. "Ha. Now we're even, Princess."

We set the table, smiling at each other, she's such a great best friend. Kind and loyal and sweet, but don't mess with her temper!

I dig in, pouring some syrup on my pancakes. When was the last time Father let syrup be one the table? We're busy eating to do any talking, but being with family, and not being alone at the table is refreshing.

"And here's Mari's coffee!" Mama Cheng slides the coffee cup across the table, and Mari's blue eyes light up. "Ah, that's why you were cranky earlier, Princess! You haven't had your coffee yet."

"I still have my spalta," she sings. "Besides, no one's going to miss just one," I grumble. "That's what you said about the yogurt the other day," she giggles, her eyes soft. "But you looked really cute with that yogurt mustache." "Would you rather have whiskers on me?" I lean in close, nuzzling her nose.

"No, because then it be hard to kiss you. Everything would tickle!" I nearly choke on my orange juice a few moments later, when she shows me a quick sketch with me having whiskers. "Princess, you know I'm not a whiskers guy," I say. "No, but you love feathers!" "You can make me something feathery with your felt, but no real ones! Allergic!"

"So, if I used yellow and orange fabric, could you be Big Bird for Halloween?" "Are you saying I talk to much?" I tease, crossing my arms across my chest. "No. Why?" "Because he has a pretty big beak!"

Even Mama Cheng and Papa Dupain are laughing now. Oh, the sunshine laughter can bring. "Whose always excited to tell me all about sewing class? Is her name...Marinette? Or who's that handsome guy she talks about...Adrien?"

By now, she's mock glaring at me. "I'll get you back," she says, determinedly. We're both on dish duty after breakfast, or you could call it who splashed more water on who. I scoop up a white handful of bubbles. "Sneak attack!" I yell, as I smear them across Mari's face. "Then you get some too!"

Soon, we're both covered in water and bubbles, and her parents have retreated. We get the dishes done and then I mop up the water. "That was fun," Mari says as she watches me.

"After all that teasing, I think you owe me a coffee," I open one green eye, she likes it when I do this. "How can you be hungry when we just had breakfast?" I lean against the mop, pretending to think. "Well, I had to clean the floor, and then take the bubbles off my face. And earlier...The dreaded spalta!" I pretended to shudder.

"Okay. You want your Cloud Macchiato, right?" "Its like a cloud in a cup, Princess." "I thought you were on a cloud when your with Ladybug?" "There's a difference. She's sweeter." Mari blushes.

We're almost to the coffee shop, when Zoe sees us. "Hey, guys! Guess what they're selling today?" she asks. "What?" "Crepes!" Marinette and I look at each other, and burst out laughing. If only I would have gone earlier! "Am I missing something?" she looks at me then at Mari, hoping for a explanation.

"Let's just say, someone got hungry and decided to be naughty this morning," Mari laughs. I put my arm around her shoulder. "You wouldn't want me any other way, would you, love?"

Mari wraps her arms around my waist, kissing my cheek. "Don't change, Kitty. I'm so happy we're friends."

I'm so happy on this special day, were all over France their making crepes. And, like each day, this day is special. Because it's other day to be with Marinette, even if I don't get sneak a crepe.

When we finally get our food and drinks, I hold mine up and say, "Happy Crepe Day!" Zoe, Mari, and I clink our cakes together. Yeah. Today is a good day to be Cat Noir in Paris.