Tuesday, January 5, 2010

What Have You Done Now?!

A couple of days ago, I was passing from the living room to the kitchen and glanced down the hallway. And this is what I see.

Now, I ask you, would you begin thinking that she'd done something wrong? I get suspicious when she does things like this. Its like she turns on the cute switch to distract me from the fact that a couple of weeks ago she got into a garbage bag and ate chicken bones. I was not pleased. She goes and gets things out of Mom's bathroom, and cuddles with them in the hallway. Things such as ... the bar of soap, or a rubber ducky. And she loves used bounce dryer sheets. After finding one, she smuggles them upstairs to roll around on them. I find pieces of them here and there... and in her fur. I've come to the conclusion that her soul was destined for the body and destiny of a suave master British Cat Burglar, what with the absolute

penchant she has for sneaking the most obvious of items past us. She knows I'm not pleased, therefore she pulls things like this. I spend a great deal of time thanking the PTBs (powers that be) that she wasn't born with thumbs. Dear god, it would've been a disaster. Sure, she looks cute, and she'd probably get away with it, if her devilish nature wasn't also glaring at me.

Its January, therefore I'm due for a pick-me-up. For no particular reason I present you with this: