Boots here, again ~

Lemmie answer the topic title question - And the answer is? A big, fat, NO!

Now before Saturday nite I mighta said it was sorta OK. That's all changed now! Can you believe this...?

Cinder, Dad, and SmudgePot all vacate the house and go off car ridin'. I'm home, mindin my own business till they come back for dinner and TV watchin. Bed time rolls around and the Mutts get sent on their outies and then everbody sacks out inna bunkroom. Dad's trottin inta the bunkroom when he eagle-eyes *The Wet Spot* onna bunkroom carpet . Next thing I know I'm snatched offa the typewriter , where I'd been sleepin, my nose gets rubbed on *the Spot*, I gets a butt smack, and put into isolation inna baffroom. Does anybody bother to *ask* iffin I dun it? Heck no, guilty 'cause it looks like a kat-sized spot .

Well durin' the mop-up, Dear ol Dad starts to wunder when it takes three paper towels to make a dent inna puddle. *Then* he notices the dribble marks onna wall *AND* the long wet mark along the baseboard. Took another 6 or 7 towels affore that one was picked up; then he spots nother puddle in fronta the closet door. That's about when he decides my tank isn't that big and I probably can't *squirt* that high uppa the wall.

Yeah; guess who? The SmudgePot started *skreemin* before Dad even got ahold of him. Cinder says he was yelpin and wailin so bad Dad only gave him one butt smack fore he got hauled inta the basement and tied up onna time-out wall for the resta the night.

At least I got a 'pology from Dad. He gived me a buncha kisses (how's that DOG pee taste, Dad?) He carried me inta the bunkroom and fluffed a place onna bed for me. I thanked him for his concern by trottin back to my typewriter and cuddled up next ta the stuffed dog what sleeps there inna den. A good pout, all by yerself, helps ta make the Hoomins feel reel bad.

I came back an danced around onna bed and his tummy a good hour afore the buzzer went off this mornin. That got me a nice body rub an a lotta *good kitties*. I figgure I can milk this mistake for a least a week, assuming I don't skrew up something on my own .

And look out SmudgePot - you OWE me big time! You'll be paying me off for so long yer gonna furget what you did!

/s/ Boots, the I-dint-do-it Kat



[This message has been edited by Cinder & Smoke (edited February 18, 2001).]