Mom wasn't too happy the other night when she happened to notice our scratchy tree...
She seemed to think that I had something to do with this. It looked to her like more than scratchy damage and I've been known to nom on carpet. I ask you, is this the face of such a kitty?
Mom also didn't appreciate having to do an emergency sissal repair at nine o'clock at night. And then to have to get the sucky monster out to clean up (we all could have done without that bit).
Well, it was tough on me too, snoopervising an all.
The tree had a whole new perspective lying on the ground. It was like having something all new to play on.
I don't know what mom was whining so much about. She got efurrything done quick like and I made the final inspections.
Good as new!