We continue our life of crime
Evidence of kitty misdemeanors abounded when the human arrived home today. All three of the stuffed creatures from the tall bookshelves had been knocked from their perches. The black lamb was on the floor by the bookshelf, the groundhog beanie baby was on the sofa and sort of soggy, although not yet dismembered (Big Blonde seemed very eager to begin the process, though), and the dragon was in the hallway leading to our bedroom. So, which little masked beast was the culprit? Fortunately for us, there was no disambiguating evidence to convict either GretaCat, with her classic bandit's black-over-the-eyes mask, or me with my more festive Harlequinn's mask. If the human were made of sterner stuff, she may have been inclined to impose penalties on both of us (as well as on Big Blonde for her apparent role as a co-conspirator), but softy that she is, she instead let us play outside and then gave us dinner and treats. We must have done something right in our previous lives!