...of the world's naughtiest kitty.
"Mischief" lives up to his name on a daily basis. Today, when I was switching my laundry loads, I left the dryer door open for a minute while I carried a basket of clean clothes upstairs. That was long enough, apparently, for that naughty, naughty cat to POOP in my dryer. I had a brief wild moment myself, and told A to put the cat out--,"Out into the snow, and I don't care if he doesn't like getting his paws wet!" A, put the cat out. Poor little L looked from me to the cat shivering outside the sliding glass door, and then back to me. His face crumpled and he began to sob for Mischief. So, I had to let the cat back in, or risk being an ogre in L's eyes.
But, as L would say, "I am not happy at you, Mischief!"
