Last Thursday. My day off, so I stumble out of bed at 11:00 and head to the
kitchen. As I hit the entryway between the living room and kitchen, I wonder
what is crunching beneath my feet. I look down and find I am standing in a
pile of (clean) kitty litter. Further investigation finds me staring in
horror at a kitchen floor nearly covered in kitty litter. Even further
investigation finds me glaring at a striped kitten with his head just
popping out of a large hole in the side of the new kitty litter bag.

Moogie: <Big grin> "Hi Mom!!! Good morning! It's aobut time you got up!
Wanna play? I found a great new game!"

Me: "You are a VERY, VERY bad cat!"

Moogie: <backpedaling> "Moose did it. I was just cleaning up."

Me: "Then explain the little shovel and pail you have there, Mr. Bad Kitten.
And what about that little sand-cat-tree over by the fridge? I don't think
The Moose built that."

Moogie: "Mr. Bob built that. I told him not to."

Me: "Well, Mr. Smarty Pants, can you explain the fact that you are covered
in cat litter? Like maybe you've been rolling in it?"

Moogie gives up the fight and turns to do somersaults through the cat litter
pile. Whoopiiieeee!

This is why I didn't have kids.

Stacey ;)