Karma, the only true justice nature takes care of. Anything you do has to be accounted for, whether right or wrong or as my physics teacher would put it, ‘every action must be followed by an equal and opposite reaction’. I was really hungry and I just had leftover chicken and some rice in the fridge. I quickly warm the food and take it to the living room where I would eat while watching TV. The food is really good and I have one piece of meat left, I walk to the kitchen and I don’t really remember why I went there in the first place, something to do with a napkin but none of that matters now. When I get back, I find my last piece of mouth watering chicken missing. In a glimpse, I see Tom scurry with a huge chunk of 'something' to his usual hiding spot. (Behind the curtain, Tom’s not all that of a genius.) He’s sure I haven’t seen him so I sneak up on him (Modern Warfare, stealth mode style). I’m furious and all I could think about was how I could make that good for nothing cat pay. I silently get behind him and I kick the little cat’s behind sending him me-owing through the air and then I stand up feeling proud of my huge triumph. I turn back to the couch and out of the blues, my big toe meets the coffee table’s stand really hard. I get down and cry in pain. I hadn’t felt that much physical pain in a long time, jolts of pain where injecting themselves into my toe, that was now turning blue. I limp to the sofa and just sit there squeezing my huge toe hoping to get rid of the pain. I could't comprehend how I ended up hitting the table's stand because I always walked around that table and never got hit once in my life.Maybe it was just mother nature's way of telling me not to hit fat hungry cats. One thing I'm sure about, Tom will NEVER dare eat my chicken again.