I have come to the very most accurate conclusion that Denali is pure evil.

I was thirsty and Mommy had allowed our water bowl to run dry. Now, because I am a talented kitty, I picked up how to move the kitchen’s Delta faucet to get water. It’s very easy, just push the long handle and water comes out. Not at all like the ones in the bathroom that you turn. Those are hard to move. Denali can’t do this of course, because she’s a little slow, so if the dish runs out and Mommy is busy and Denali isn’t patient she has to wait until I open the faucet for her.

Of course Mommy doesn’t like it when I don’t put the faucet back for some reason. I don’t see why I should. Don’t humans have things called fountains that give continuous water? Isn’t that what I’m doing?

Well, when I pushed the faucet this evening to get some water to come out Denali jumped up and knocked me off my perch on the edge of the kitchen sink – and straight into a sink full of dirty dishwater! I was so mad. And of course Mommy came in just in time to see me hop out of the sink, sopping wet with soapy water and the faucet running full blast. Mommy doesn’t seem to believe me when I say it’s all Denali’s fault. She scolded me for being where I shouldn’t be and said I should tell her when our bowl runs dry like Denali does.

Why did I get in trouble? I didn’t do anything wrong! To make matters worse I get a bath tomorrow now too!