It's Me again, the Mighty Shimshon (a.k.a. Shimshi)!
We hope it's a sign She has fur-given Us for all the Mischiefs We made this week.
Yesterday, We (well, Me and Caspurr, that is) broke her Favourite Coffee Mug. It's her own fault, really. She shouldn't have left it on the coffee table when her back was turned. She had shut Us up in the bedroom while She had a TV snack and then, She let Us out and went to the bathroom, before washing up her cup and plate and putting them away. And there were traces of cottage cheese on the plate, so of course We jumped up onto the table to investigate (not Trixie though. She doesn't like Human Food). Could We help it if it was necessary to move the Yellow Mug aside in order to conduct a more thorough investigation?!
Anyway, Mummy admitted herself that it's not the End of the World, because She has another one exactly like it.
But She hasn't admitted that she was to blame and issued a public apology - unlike her Penitence this morning, when She shut Trixie in the Guest Room so Trixie could eat her breakfast (which she never finishes) without what She called "being disturbed by the Boys". Trixie miaouwed and miaouwed furry loudly and Mummy ignored her. She didn't realise that Trixie needed to go to the bathroom really, really badly. In the end, Trixie couldn't hold it in any more and (whisper) she peed on the sofa!
Trixie felt really embarrassed about that, and Mummy apologised to her and acknowledged that it was All Her Fault.
But She isn't so furr-giving with Caspurr and Me. She called Caspurr a Bully yesterday, because he Pounced on Trixie and they were fighting hammer and tongs, and Trixie's fur was flying. And Caspurr went and found the furs all over the living-room floor and ate them! Mummy has no idea why he does that.
Mummy did a far, far worse thing than anything We have done this past week. She FORGOT Trixie's Gotcha Day on November 12th!!!
I mean to say - MOUSES!!!
Do you think We should fur-give Her, anipals?