Let me tell you about the most pawsome adventure I had
today, which, incidentally, may end with me getting blamed for something the
humans did. Again.
So, there I was, lounging on the sunbeam like the
majestic feline I am, when this long, thin, feathery thing caught my eye. It
was on the human's desk, right next to that weird rectangle that flickers all
day (note to self: still haven't figured out how to make that thing catch
mice). This feathery thing just seemed to be begging for a good bat. I mean,
have you ever seen anything so aerodynamically challenged just sitting there,
mocking you?
So, naturally, I snagged one and let me tell you, batting
that pen around was glorious! It boinged and rolled in the most satisfying way,
leaving a trail of... well, let's just say it wasn't glitter. Big mistake on my
part, apparently.
The human returned, looking like a deflated whoopie
cushion, and let out a noise that could curdle milk. Turns out, those clicky
sticks contain a mysterious black goo that stains everything it touches. Oops.
Now my perfectly cleaned paws look like I dipped them in a squid's lunchbox.
My Mom spent the next hour muttering about
"expensive pen" and "replacing the carpet." Frankly, I
think she is overreacting. A little black never hurt anyone, right?
Lesson learned: pens are not for playful kitties. But
hey, at least I provided some entertainment! Besides, who can resist the allure
of the forbidden? Maybe tomorrow I'll tackle that stapler. It looks like it
could launch a particularly impressive feather attack.
Yours in feline mischief,
Gryzka the (Slightly Incriminated) Cat Adventurer
P.S. Anyone got
tips on removing ink stains from fur?
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