Confessions of a Oui Oui

Or

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!

Honest!

 Well, ok, maybe you did hear something

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 kitty

would 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!

Thanks, Gracie!

Purrs,

Oui Oui

TwinkletoeTails