Here I was, minding my own business, taking a nice nap on my pillow and enjoying the fact that mommy is home today. She left earlier to do laundry, but she came pretty soon with freshly washed clothes folded in baskets. They smelled soooo pretty and were still warm too, but I was a good kitty, and didn’t climb into the baskets. Looking back, I should have just done it.

Denali was playing with one of the little mice she got for Christmas. She was running all over the house with it and making a lot of noise. Last I noticed, she was in the kitchen and getting in mommy’s way while she tried to make a late lunch. The next thing I know, the baskets sitting on mommy’s bed are crashing down on me and there is clean laundry all over the floor. I heard mommy coming, I knew what was going to happen so I tried to run but I was trapped.

I was sitting there, stuck underneath an overturned basket, and unable to run for it. I saw Denali skitter out of the room and looked up in time to see mommy come in. Guess who she thought the culprit was?

I guess it doesn’t help any that I have knocked baskets over before climbing into and out of laundry baskets. Never mind the fact that I really do love sleeping in laundry baskets, but for once I didn’t do it. Mommy didn’t look like she believed me.