Friday, November 17, 2006

I don't know WHO didded it

MILES

No, i don't know who tipped ofurr the trash can in the kitchen. And I don't know who spreaded the chick-hen bones all ofurr the lifing room. Haf you searched the house for introoders? That must be it - it was an introoder kitty - or maybe efenn a woofie. It wasn't me. What? you can smell chick-hen on my breaf? well, i can 'splain that. see, when i seed the chick-hen bones on the floor, I hadded to taste them to see what they tasted like. they tasted like chick-hen, which is prolly why you smell it on my breaf. But again, I didn't tip ofurr the trash can. It looks like a mess to clean up though. And you wif that my-grain. That's a shame. I'll help you - clean it up - um, is that bacon ofurr there?

23 comments:

Kukka-Maria said...

Miles, you sly kitty! Your stealthiness and speed mut help you pull of capers like this all the time!

That's why I adore you so...

Anonymous said...

Oh, I know who did it!! Her name is Kaze and she travels around the country tipping over trash cans. You couldn't help but try to clean it up. You two are saints, just blame my little sister!

DEBRA said...

Oh Miles

'aybe yu could bee the super slew-fth on CSI...

Tell yur Mommie it could be werse...Ping decided to get up on the wing chair and spray all ofur da back of it, den he sprayed all ofur Momma's windows cuz he wuz upset 'bout the introoduer kitty that stalks us. Momma wuz at her wit's end...whatefur a whit is. But she wasn't mad at Pingy...don't know what we's is gonna do 'bout the chair doh...

::::wavin paws:::
Bye Miles
Bye to my sweet and gorgeous handsome mancat Sammys!

Purrrsssssssss and headbutts...
*Abby

Rascal said...

It's very possible that you have invisible mousies at your house. They do all sorts of naughty things. Tell your mommy to try some invisible mouse traps and see if that doesn't help.

Gemini said...

Oh Miles, I betcha that tipped over can wasn't a nice thing for your Momma to have to get up to. I hope she starts feeling better.

Anonymous said...

Miles,

Did you cahse out that intruder before you nibbled on the chicken?

Patches & Mittens said...

I think..........NO I KNOW......it was Precious Flower. She does stuff like that. I am going to tell Momma.

Patches

Victor Tabbycat said...

Gee, that kinda fing happens at our house, too. So Dad puts sumfing heavy on the lid. You know, the more of the scraps you eat, the less she has to clean up. BTW, where was Sammy when this occurred? I'm just askin.

Grr, Midnight & Cocoa said...

well, 'course yur bref smells like chick-hen. you wuz tryin' ta clean up the mess an it's not like you know how ta work a broom or ennyfing.

Anonymous said...

Of course it was not you. We all know you are the sweetest kitty and would never do something like that.

Millie said...

I know it wasn't you, Miles. I know you wouldn't have done anything like that on purpose. I would have had chick-hen breath too if it had happened here.

Derby said...

Probablly those intruder kitties that hang out at Fat Eric's. They teleported over and made the mess.

William said...

Miles, I so know it was dogs. They get into our house too and always get me into all kinds of trouble!

Skeeter & LC said...

Well "Of course" you had to taste the chickie bones. You had to indentify the intooder, right? A good kitty-detective checks all things! Collect evidense first...

Anonymous said...

It was ME! I admit it - while I was under anesthesia, I teleported over and got into the chicken bones. So please don't blame Miles, and please don't hurt me because I'm recovering from surgery!

Thanks for your nice comments!

Edsel/The Pooch said...

maybe that can was just too full and it tipped over on it's own? tell your Mom to empty it more often and these things won't happen!

Kimo & Sabi said...

You are furry good detectives (hehehe)!

Jack said...

Miles and SAmmy, HI!!!!

I can finally comment on your blog! My OTW gave up and made me a second, regular Blogger account until they fix the problem of not letting Blogger Beta bloggers comment on regular Blogger's blogs if the Nonny Mouse-posts are blocked.

I don't think chicken breath has anything to do with anything. I always have fish breath and I never eat fish. I don't even like fish. I don't like fishie gooshy food either. Maybe your breath always smells like chicken.

Anyway, what was your momy doing sticking her nose in your mouth? That's rude! I'd'a put the bite on her nose for being rude and suspicious of you like that!!

one of us said...

Explain to your Mom that garbage cans have the ability to spill themselves all ofur the house, spreading garbage wherever they want. Our Daddy is in the Navy. ~Merlin, Shadow, Ko kO

Name: Mr. Hendrix said...

Maybe the Zoo's ghost visited your kitchen!

Anonymous said...

I don't know maybe it was grouchy old mu shue on the other side of the door he luffs chicken and Lilly loves her dairy. Me i just like to get out of the spare room and not hear hissing from mu shue the grouchy ginger cat

Iris ( the newest babby meezer)

Beau Beau & Angie said...

Bet that chick-hen tasted really good. Just watch out fur them cooked bones.

caspersmom said...

Goodness I sure hope you find out who dumped the trash can. But at least you had a chance to check out those chicken bones. I love chicken, tastes so good. Sure hope your Mom's head feels better today.

Casper

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