Monday, November 12, 2007
They say that cats have nine lives and dogs have only one. This week I used at least two of some cats and my moms are still reeling....
First, I sampled some mocha butter cream frosting from TH mom's bd cake. Cocoa, butter, caffeine and sugar! Delish in my opinion, could have brought the coffee up a notch and maybe left more on the beater and left the dishwasher open longer so that I could have finished off the beater.
Alas, I was found out and n.mom assured TH mom that I was going to be okay.
A few days ago, I was bored and chewed the stupid protective covering of the cord so that I may not hurt those around me. In my very now aggressive chewing, I managed to basically chew the cord in half as well. Yesterday, when reaching for my squeaky, which was now next to the cord that was basically a live wire, I shocked myself, shorted out the lamp, created a little burn in the wood floor (oops), tripped the breaker, singed my whiskers on my left side and freaked the living lights out of the moms.
Needless to say, I'm busted, but at the same time, they are hugging me all the time.
My mama Stephanie said that assasination before I'm president is not such a good idea.
I'm taking it up with my advisor, Mr. Pigeon be gone Owl.
Ernest bringing light to the masses and taking it away