Naughty

I don't know what that word means but Mommy keeps saying that word when she sees me this evening. Daddy keeps threatening me that he is going to send me to see my grandpa, the "Huckleberry Hound" whoever this comic book character is.....Dad isn't a dog, so why is my grandpa a hound?

Anyway, the house alarm went off early this morning. The alarm company calls Dad and says it's "Zone 23 - kitchen." "Ah, it's just those darn cats" Dad tells them.

Nevertheless.....I'm naughty.

I was looking around where I shouldn't have been when I came across this strange object in my path. Mom took a picture of it above. She says it is what's left of the butter dish. The lid. Where is the dish you ask? Well, that was in my way this morning. And so I moved it.....out of the way......and

CRASH!!!!!

( pssst.....Hey Mom, Dad sure knows his way around a vacuum!!!)