So, there I was, perfectly positioned for food shrapnel. Sure enough, the human suddenly dropped a piece of cracker she was snacking on. Butt even my lightening reflexes were no match for the Brownie who lives under the sofa. I tried to get after him, but he finally ran into the spare room and snarfed down the rest of the cracker before I could lay a paw on him. Bad enough about the food, but then he has to look so smug about it... (if you want to know more about Brownies, you can read about them in the Spiderwick Chronicles by Holly Black and Tony DiTerlizzi, or you can even spot a real one in the movie by the same name).