22 Tigger into mischief?

Say it ain't so...

The messI got up this morning and found stuff from the microwave counter on the floor. Someone had been into mischief during the night.

"Tigger! Someone has been into mischief last night. Someone in this house... and there are only two of us you know. I don't think it was me because I was asleep in my bed all night. Do you know anything about it?"

"What makes you think it was me? I get blamed for everything around here." he complained. He was doing figure eights around my ankles, rubbing hard against my legs.

"I wonder why. Could it be that you are the one getting into mischief all the time?"

"Would I do that?" he continued trying to soften me up by rubbing against my ankles.

"You sure are trying to evade the question aren't you. If it isn't me then who else?"

"Someone could have sneaked into the house and knocked the stuff over during the night. Couldn't they?"

"I don't think so. Who would do that? Why would anyone do that?"

"Maybe the cat that comes in our yard all the time. To get me in trouble... of course." he said as he ran to the window to see if the cat was in the yard.

"I don't think so. Besides, how much trouble do you think you are in?"

"I... well... aren't you mad?"

"No. I'm not mad. I just wanted to know who did it."

"Oh... in that case, I did it. I was trying to get up on the counter and you had all that stuff at the edge."

"I know. That's why I have all that stuff at the edge. I don't want you getting up on the counter."

"Oh... oops."

"Do you think you can keep off the counters from now on? I really don't want you getting up on the counters."

"I can try. But, you know how it is... sometimes I forget and do things you don't like."

"I noticed. I would appreciate it if you try a little harder not to do that."

"I still say I get the blame for everything around here."

"I know... that's because you are to blame for almost everything around here."

"Um... Oh... yeah..."

I settled in my chair to read. I had no sooner gotten the book open before this cat appeared out of thin air right on my chest. As usual, as soon as I had a book I also had a cat between me and the book. Strange how that happens.

"Where did you come from?" I asked.

No. This cat isn't the least bit spoiled. Not even a little bit.

"Now wait a minute. What do you mean this is 'your place'? I can read can't I?"

"Sure. I don't mind if you read. Just rub my head until I fall asleep and then I don't care if you read... if you do it quietly and don't disturb me."

Oh no... not the least spoiled.....

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