Yesterday I had to put off my mischief story because I had so many other things to say. So today I’m going to tell you about the mischief maker – and this time it wasn’t me.
All last week my person was working on a paper mache empty tomb, and for some reason she wouldn’t let me alone in the room with that tomb. She doesn’t seem to trust me or something. Just because I knocked it on the floor and ate the paper mache stuff off of it. I don’t know what the problem is. My person fixed it.
At night she was shutting the door to her bedroom – with me inside – so I couldn’t go out and eat be near that tomb without her knowing about it.
Scratchy wasn’t very happy about this. He likes to come and go as he pleases and he really dislikes being locked inside the bedroom at night.
So one night Scratchy came to the closed door and started making noise like cats do and clawing on the carpet. My person opened the door and when he got up on the bed she shut the door again.
This made Scratchy mad and he wanted right back out. My person let him out since he was making such a ruckus and then she shut the door.
Scratchy didn’t like that either. He wanted that door open. He kept bugging us until my person opened the door again.
He didn’t want to come in, but he wanted to be able to come in.
Of course, this left me with access to that tomb.
But I didn’t want to eat that thing. It tasted terrible the first time.