Atticus was caught this week, performing more of his special brand of mischief. Mysteriously, the items in my purse have been scattered outside of and around my purse on a regular basis. Some items have been missing and found in odd places. These items were removed by a certain feline. Atticus was caught this week red handed, or red pawed rather.
Walking into the room, I found him standing in the middle of my purse. Atticus simply stood there surrounded by the chewing gum, comb, glasses, compact and various items that were once inside of my purse. There is no picture of this moment sadly. It was one of those moments you know that not a single person would believe unless they saw the evidence.
Atticus contemplated his options. Honey was in her bed sleeping, he couldn’t blame her. My favorite lipstick rolled away from the crime scene and my glasses were outside of the case. The house fell silent and the air was heavy with contemplation. Time seemed to stand still for a few moments. Atticus remained frozen. What should he do now? Running away from the crime scene could be considered an admission of guilt. Standing in place would result in a verbal scolding that he would be forced to ignore. Playing pitiful might be his best option.
Atticus looked up at me pitifully and emitted the sound of an injured kitten. This was the sound of a kitten that has been hurt and desperately needs to be saved and loved. His tail twitched slightly, and his head turned a bit, testing me to see if I bought his ridiculous attempt to escape trouble. Atticus realized that he had forgotten to brush against my legs and approached me.
It was now my turn to contemplate what should be done; a decision should be made quickly! A verbal scolding was in order. Atticus stopped and looked at me, as the scolding began, then turned walking toward the water dish; he took a drink and headed for the big comfy chair to enjoy a nap. He had chosen to ignore my scolding, as usual.
There was no help for my favorite lipstick, and the dining room rug is stained in a small place. Atticus however rests comfortably. His conscience does not bother him. Atticus was simply looking for a new toy, and for that he feels no guilt. A new location for my purse has been secured to prevent further mischief.