It Wasn’t Me
Scene: Mom has been making sugar cookies. She has just stepped back into the kitchen after putting the wet laundry into the dryer. Rascal has been minding his own business.
Mom: Rascal, what have you got on your nose????
Rascal: Huh?
Mom: What have you got on your nose!!??”
Rascal: My nose? There‘s nothing on my nose.
Mom: What have you been into?”
Rascal: Who me? Nothing.
Mom: Come ‘mer, let me see your nose.”
Rascal: Well, I gotta go.
Mom: Get back here, I want to look at your nose.”
She makes a move toward Rascal and grabs him. Rascal struggles unsuccessfully.
Mom: Rascal, there’s flour on your nose.”
Rascal: It wasn‘t me.
Mom: How did you get flour on your nose?
Rascal: I'm innocent.
Mom: The only place there’s flour is on the kitchen counter.
Rascal: Didn’t you spill some on the floor?
Mom: There’s no flour on the floor, only on the counter top. (raising her voice) And Cats are not allowed on the kitchen counter!
Rascal: Well, I think I hear the birds calling me.
Mom: Rascal, get back here.
Rascal: Nice talkin’ to ya Mom. I’ll see ya later!
Mom, examining the counter top: Rascal! there’s kitty pawprints in the flour up here!!
Rascal (over his shoulder): It’s okay Mom. There wasn’t anything up there for Cats anyway.
Mom: Rascal??!!??
(Silence)
Mom: Rascal!!??!!
(Silence)
Mom: You’d better hide, Young Man, you’re in big trouble.
Rascal, hiding in the bedroom closet and washing his face: Good grief. The things I have to put up with around here.
posted by Rascal @ 10:45 PM
10 comments
10 Comments:
::gasp:: Rascal! You didn't!! You naughty boy! Lol! Did it taste good? ;)
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Good boy Rascal!
Why couldn't she just understand that you were helping her make pawprint sugar cookies? She acted like it was a bad thing...hmph!
You furgot the one rule fur cats: Don't Get Caught.
If they don't want us up on the counters, they shuld put shtuff on the floor. Duh.
PS. Don't step on a brownie. It leafs a paw print.
HAHAHAHA! Don't she know that efurryfing is for kitties?!?!
She dusted the flour for paw prints and you got caught. Bummer. Lay low, it will go away.
That's the bummer part of having that gorgeous black fur - it's so hard to hide it when you've gotten in to the cooking stuff.
LOL Rascal. Tell your Mom you are just being a cat. In my native language the word "mischief" literally translates as "cat's-angry"
bwhaaahaaa! That am so funny! You are quite a rascal aren't you? Fur some reason that we don't quite unnerstand, the beans don't want us on the counters eifer. We jus usually wait till they're not around and we stomp all ofur them.
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