Oh, oh.  I’m in trouble.

Last night I had to play, after the peeps went to bed.  I know I was doing something frowned upon, something that would get my tail in a vise…

But I couldn’t hlep myself – I found myself attracted to the coffee table, like grains of iron to a magnet.

When Angel came down for breakfast, she found a coaster, a pot of Carmex and my “red-dot mouse” on the floor.  The end of the recliner was up (I had snoozed on it – hence all my nocturnal energy) and Hulk’s blanket was half on the floor.

I’ll just pretend like it was some other deaf white cat who snuck in the house and caused all this disarray.  I wouldn’t do that stuff – I’m a princess. She’ll forgive me.  She always does.

Cats Rule!

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