I wuz hangin owt in the uther bedrume win I hurd this big noyz. My mom caym runnin frum the kitchin an wuz yellin abowt sumfin in the her bedrume. I saw my sistur Eclair runnin down the hall an mom dint see her. Then my mom wuz sayin sumfin abowt bad kitteez so I just stayd put for a few minits. I finullee sneeked into her rume to see whut she wuz yellin abowt. That rikity old desk that iz by the windoe wuz falld ovur cuz its legs caym off or sumfin. She pickt it up an stuk the legs bak on, grumblin all the time but I coodint heer whut she wuz sayin.
Littul duz she noe that it wuz Eclair's fawlt an I wont be tellin on her cuz she's bigger then me an mite put a hard bitey on me. I'm no stule pigjin! But I noe Eclair izint as innocint as she wants evrywun to beeleeve. Heh.
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bad kitteez? there's no such thing! it's not yur fawlt the thing wuz fallin' down. cats don't use desks. yur bof innocint!
Eclair tells that story very differently ;). I bet your mom isn't too mad anymore. They tend to just sigh and let it go eventually.
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Yer tagged, Tira!!! GO HEER to find owt whut to do.
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