|We're too cute to get in trouble, right?|
We just read on Molly's blog about her letter to Santa Paws and we thought we ought to get ahead of a little incident that happened the other night.
So, Bugsy being an impartial third party was elected to write to Santa Paws for both of us, because he seems better at maintaining the right balance of humility and joy of the season to please the old guy.
Bugsy started off by explaining that we don't have a chimney and that we live on the third floor, so if'n his knees are bothering him when he comes to make the delivery, he can use the elevator.... Then Bugsy gently eased into telling Santa about my misadventure the other night.
I (Knuckles) am writing this blog post about the incident because there's a story going around that I was a bad boy the other night and I want to make doubly sure that Santa knows that it was a fluke and will never happen again. Certainly, my blog post on top of the letter from Bugsy will convince him that we are sincere.
So, anyway. here's what happened. You see, HH heard a noise in the middle of the night.... a rustle-of -plastic noise. So she got up and tiptoed toward the kitchen. When she reached the doorway, she found Bugsy playing lookout. When he saw HH he got his OH - OH eyes on, but he forgot to warn me that she was rounding the corner.
So, long story short ... the scene in the kitchen goes like this. I'm a smart boy, so it was no trouble for me to get the lid off the garbage can. I just never thought to try before. Well, when HH entered, I was on the kitchen floor with the handle of the Tall Kitchen Garbage Bag in my mouth, and I was pulling with all my might to pull the garbage bag out of the garbage can.
I know it wasn't such a smart thing to do, but I was just looking for a little snack. I guess I should thank my lucky stars she caught me when she did. Now that I think about it, I would not have fared as well if I had succeeded in my mission and had strewn garbage throughout the room...
So, Bugsy is writing Santa Paws to explain that no harm was done, just in case Santa should catch wind of my most recent activities. And, I'm confessing in this post just to make sure Santa knows that I mean it when I say that I didn't mean any harm and that there is no reason for any coal in my stocking this year.
That's the truth as I know it. Have a nice day........ Knuckles