Ok, so one time I tore the toilet paper to shreds. So what? The only other bad thing I ever did was when Dad was remodeling the bathroom and Mom was visiting her family and friends back in Wisconsin. (Smart move on her part, to be gone during the remodel). Anyway, Dad had removed the toilet and had the entire floor torn out. There was this big empty hole just calling to me to come and explore it! (The Whip was too much of a chicken to do it. He always makes me go first.) So into the hole I went, only to come out in the crawl space below the house, which I quickly got out of and was free in the great outdoors! That was, until Dad came after me. He saw the tip of my fluffy tail as I went through the hole and came running. He knew Mom would kill him if she cam home and I was missing. He got around to the back of the house just as I came out from under it so I quickly ran around to the front with him chasing me. What fun! We made the loop of the house twice and then I took pity on him and scooted back into the crawl space I came out of and popped back up through the hole in the floor of the bathroom. Phew! We were both out of breath and after that I was locked out of the bathroom until all holes were closed up.
Mr. Whipple here ... She certainly has selective memory! She neglected to tell you haw she uses our entire kitty kage as a little box. Now, if that isn't naughty, what is? Dad put down fine pea gravel on the floor because he and Mom were tired of us dragging the cedar shavings all over the house. Like we could help it if they got caught in our toes? But the pea gravel makes Charmin think it's one big littler box. (And you thought she was intelligent.) I would never do such a thing. I use the appropriate box to do my duty in.
And of course, there was the previously mentioned time she deliberately beaned me on the head with a book out of Mom's bookcase. Mom thinks I start the trouble but Dad always sticks up for me. He'll tell Mom, "I saw the way she looked at him!" And that's the truth. A dude can't ignore a challenge.
Charmin here ... Yeah, well, at least I don't jump up and hide behind the antique milk pitchers Mom has on top of her Hoosier cabinet and above the kitchen cabinets. And they didn't have to bolt the clock/CD tower to the floor because I like to perch on top of it. Let's face it, neither one of us are complete angels, but that's what makes us so adorable. How boring our parent's lives would be without us!
Mr. Whipple here ... She certainly has selective memory! She neglected to tell you haw she uses our entire kitty kage as a little box. Now, if that isn't naughty, what is? Dad put down fine pea gravel on the floor because he and Mom were tired of us dragging the cedar shavings all over the house. Like we could help it if they got caught in our toes? But the pea gravel makes Charmin think it's one big littler box. (And you thought she was intelligent.) I would never do such a thing. I use the appropriate box to do my duty in.
And of course, there was the previously mentioned time she deliberately beaned me on the head with a book out of Mom's bookcase. Mom thinks I start the trouble but Dad always sticks up for me. He'll tell Mom, "I saw the way she looked at him!" And that's the truth. A dude can't ignore a challenge.
Charmin here ... Yeah, well, at least I don't jump up and hide behind the antique milk pitchers Mom has on top of her Hoosier cabinet and above the kitchen cabinets. And they didn't have to bolt the clock/CD tower to the floor because I like to perch on top of it. Let's face it, neither one of us are complete angels, but that's what makes us so adorable. How boring our parent's lives would be without us!
