Mischief Managed
Every once in a while, our kitty Frodo gets a little cray-cray. He gets the 3AM zoomies in the evenings after dinner.
Racing from one end of the house to the other, he'll jump up in this chair, and then leap onto the kitchen counter, race back and forth up there and then... after being scolded for getting on the counter... he'll finally end his rampage by catching his breath on the back of the chair.
And then, he has the audacity to look over at us, ever so innocently, and ever so pleased with himself, secretly whispering to himself "mischief managed!"
Mischief Managed
Every once in a while, our kitty Frodo gets a little cray-cray. He gets the 3AM zoomies in the evenings after dinner.
Racing from one end of the house to the other, he'll jump up in this chair, and then leap onto the kitchen counter, race back and forth up there and then... after being scolded for getting on the counter... he'll finally end his rampage by catching his breath on the back of the chair.
And then, he has the audacity to look over at us, ever so innocently, and ever so pleased with himself, secretly whispering to himself "mischief managed!"