Ah, yes. Our little angels. Asleep and quiet. Snuggling one another. They look as if they’ve never had a naughty thought cross their mind.
We all know that’s bull.
I came home to this the other day. Normally, these mannequin heads are lined up neatly on my mantel. Not anymore. After several failed attempts to “train” our angelic kittens, the mannequin heads have been place in the attic for their own safety.
The #7 is missing from my keyboard. The innocent until proven guilty was applied to Maxwell-when a day later-I found the up arrow key in his furry little mouth.
My mascara wand was confiscated and re-used by Max in the shake of a cat’s tail. I didn’t see it coming. And then, blam! All over his white face.
But then, they do this. And it’s so dang cute. And my heart melts. They may be naughty cats, but they are my naughty cats. And I love that they fit in so perfectly with the rest of the naughtiness in this house.
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