Day 10, Continued

Mama stepped carefully over the turd I left outside the litter box and gave me that stern look she gives when she’s mad at me. But I simply looked up at her with that look of innocence that only I can give. That look says to anyone who sees me, first or 431st time: “You talking to me? Look at my clear green eyes. How could these peepers lie to you? I blinked and batted my eyelashes a few times for special effect, the one that says, “I love you, Mama dearest. How could I, who love you so much,  mess up the catio like this?” Hey, one of the outdoor cats, like Sox, Binx, Nero, or even the new neighbor kitty, Mitten the Kitten, could have come through the green door when Mama left it open, to violate my private sanctum. How dare THEY trespass my catio and lay a turd on it? Foreigners, that’s what they are! For a

split second I thought Mama really bought it, but she just laughed. “Sure, Minnie Pooh! Who you kidding, baby girl? You and you alone pooped that poop!” She went back inside for some paper towel to pick it up and toss it in the black barrel for trash. After she washed her hands a couple times she returned to the catio as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I took no chances. I hid under Mama’s deck chair to protect me from sun stroke while I took in the warmth of the rays. Besides, Mama always forgives my mess-ups, as I forgive hers. That’s what Mamas and kitties are for, don’t you know. Ah, sun baths under Mama’s chair, what a mechaiyah!