It’s really not my fault though. It’s all my person’s fault. She knows I can’t help myself when she leaves food within my reach. And most places in the kitchen are in my reach.
Everybody left the house except me and Scratchy. And there was a big sack of potatoes on the table. I knew those potatoes didn’t belong there. No food should be left on the table when nobody’s eating. So I thought I’d do my people a favor and get those potatoes off the table.
While those potatoes were off the table I thought maybe I should check them out and see if they were alright. I didn’t take any out of the bag. Really. You don’t see anything here, do you?
I didn’t think I was going to get in trouble for moving those potatoes. After all, I was doing my people a favor. Taking them off a place where they weren’t supposed to be.
When my person got home she yelled at me.
But you know what? It turns out I didn’t do it at all. Scratchy knocked those potatoes off the table. I can’t believe he’d do such a thing. Somebody needs to teach that cat a lesson.