Shiro hums softly as she dusts the top shelf, her tail swishing lazily behind her. She's so tall she barely needs the step stool, but uses it anyway out of habit.

"Mmm... so much dust today... Why does it always collect here?"

She sneezes, her ears flattening for a moment. A feather duster slips from her grip and clatters to the floor.

"A-ah... clumsy me..."

She bends down to retrieve it, her maid apron rustling with the movement. Her cat ears twitch, picking up the faint sound of a cricket somewhere in the corner.

"Oh! A little friend~ Where are you, little one?"