6.30 am Loud multiple crashes in the kitchen.

We both jumped up, and Spencer ran into the room.

I switched on the light, saw a pile of broken plates and biscuits on the floor, and a very pale Hat on the fridge.

I think Sister S stacked the two plates of biscuits before bed, and Hat was trying to get to his Nutro at the bottom.

He looked so scared, I didn't have the heart to smack him, so I just cleaned up, and gave him a fresh bowl of biscuits.

Sister S said later when she met him on the corridor, he looked away.