The Admissions of a Busy Little Tabby
Kitties, I have searched and searched my soul, and I have concluded that, being a kitty, I can't find anything I should confess! While I might chew an occasional earbud cord while under the eye of a watchful mom, it's all in good fun. So is counter surfing.
Bringing toys to bed
in the middle of the night
is all innocent fun!
Now, who would do that to the mom's magazine?
Still my conscience is clear.
Just because I'm at the scene of the crime
doesn't mean I did it!
Everyone knows paper is so comfy.
Next I'll get blamed for this too!
The mom should be grateful Carl didn't pee on it.
No, you did not hear digging in the box
during middle of the night!
And that damage in the corner WAS there!
but I think it was Mica Minnie Moo.
Oh, was that your breakfast?
Well, someone told me it wasn't that good
and they had to spit it out.
No thanks necessary.
OMC! When did that happen?
I have no idea why some silly kittywould try to climb the curtains.
But next time, I'll warn them they could fall.
Or get their claws caught.
Not that I know from experience.
Now all has been explained and exonerated,
I'm so glad Gracie gave us all the
opportunity to confess that there is nothing
that needed to be confessed!