Saturday, April 24, 2010
Tiger: Ah............it's very quiet. Mom must be gone. I can lay around on my favorite chair now. Mom usually has this chair covered so I can't get on it. Little does she know, when she goes to work, it's mine. I throw off the coverings, do a little cleaning, and then it's naptime for me.
Mom: Uh, Tiger. What are you doing on that chair?
Tiger: MOM????? What are you doing here? I thought you were at work.
Mom: No Tiger, I haven't left yet. But anyway, you, on my favorite chair. You know I don't want any cat hair on it.
Tiger: Oh Mom, not to worry. I always clean the chair before you...UH OH.
Mom: You ALWAYS clean the chair when Tiger?
Tiger (to himself): Oh man, I am so busted.