Rough Morning

I woke up to the crystalline tinkle of glass shattering on my kitchen floor. I groaned to myself as I slipped out of bed to go find out which pet was responsible for the mess. Probably Max. 

When I got out there, nothing was out of place. I blinked at the lack of mess for a moment before shrugging it off as a particularly vivid dream. 

Then I stepped on a fresh, warm, extra squishy hairball.