Monday, September 28, 2009
Most days when I come downstairs in the morning, I am greeted by a floral display that has been substantially re-arranged. Often, there are flowers lying outside the vase. The cats, of course, are no where to be found. And if confronted they will employ a "what me?" look that would fool Antonin Scalia into affirming their plea of innocence and immediately commuting their sentence to time served.
Mark Twain once wrote that "A cat is more intelligent than people believe, and can be taught any crime." My cats seem to be pre-wired felons.