Well, Mom was gone for most of the day yesterday and she’s been kinda busy before that so I thought she wouldn’t notice and that maybe I wasn’t gonna get in any trouble. I was wrong though, Mom noticed a little while ago that I had been a bad kitty and was where I’m not supposed to be. Honestly, I couldn’t figure out how she knew until she started ranting on and on about my whiskers. What’s wrong with my whiskers? Um, well, I didn’t notice either tell she pointed them out.

Um, you see, when I jumped on the stove looking for fresh yummies the other day I must have gotten too close to the burners that were still on. My whiskers are burnt and curled, and some are burnt down to my face. I didn’t even notice my whiskers caught on fire…again. Hehe, but at least this time it wasn’t my tail! I noticed when that happened right away. So did mom and Isis too come to think of it.

I’m kinda glad she hasn’t noticed I knocked over the stack of mail full of bills, Christmas cards, and communion invitations. I’m gonna hope she blames that on Isis.