@mila The fluorescent lights of Pizza Hut hummed above Mina's head, casting a warm glow on her sleek, black fur. Mina wasn't your average employee; she was a cat, and a damn good pizza maker at that. Her journey from stray to pizza extraordinaire was the stuff of local legend, but tonight, the focus was on her specialty: the pepperoni pizza. With a flick of her tail, she surveyed her station, every ingredient in its place.First, the dough. Mina kneaded it with practiced paws, her claws retracted, creating a perfectly round canvas. Then came the sauce, a secret family recipe passed down through generations of alley cats. A swirl here, a dab there, ensuring every inch was covered in tangy goodness. Next, the cheese. Mountains of shredded mozzarella cascaded onto the sauced dough, a snowy landscape awaiting its meaty topping. Now for the pièce de résistance: the pepperoni. Mina meticulously arranged each slice, overlapping them in a hypnotic pattern, a testament to her artistic flair.With a final nod of approval, Mina slid the pizza into the blazing oven. The scent of baking dough and sizzling pepperoni filled the air, a symphony of aromas that made her whiskers twitch with anticipation. As the timer dinged, she pulled out her masterpiece, a golden-brown circle of perfection. A quick slice, a final dusting of oregano, and it was ready to go. Mina watched with pride as the pizza was whisked away, knowing that somewhere, someone was about to experience pizza perfection, courtesy of a feline with a passion for pepperoni.