One of us is “In disgrace” due to a splatty poo on kitchen floor. Carob Creams are now banned until one of us owns up. Main suspect is I and I, da Pretty Sweetness kAt0 – (or Pooey Shiteness Krappo as Java and Abe are now referring to me. Pair of Cats!). If it were in the Tate it would be Art, mused Java, which resulted in a withering glare from human who was mopping and cursing “What you done? Glued it on?”
Humans upset was further compounded by the mystery plopper managing to get it on the one tiny mat, missing the extensive, easy-to-clean tiled area. I mistook the irritated scritching of the mop as an invitation to play and tried to grab the mop, diving on the mop knocking human to one side. I followed with a well tantalising Play Bow. Human was in no mood and hissed at me.
Human so distressed at this monolithic lapse in housetrainedness – our bottoms were inspected for tell-tail splatty skidders. To add final insult to injury, Abe accidentally let out a windy when being inspected for debris and klinkers, – human said strewth and staggered back, burning her elbow on our Aga. (No fur see, always a hazard)
Abe snickered – we were sent Outside to think about it.