I mean sure, I lamed Mom's treating thumb but I was just trying to get my pipe cleaner back. Luckily she totally bought my remorseful face. I mean of course I meant it.
First he climbed the screen door every time Mom tried to get some fresh air. I mean imagine this move but add about 15 lbs of pussycat....
He can still make it to the top of the screen!
Next Mom was trying to answer the phone and nothing. No sounds. No rings. No nothing. Mr Quillbert McNaughtymon had chewed another phone cord! He repeatedly chewed Mom's Apple phone cord last time and no it was the cordless.
When questioned he agreed it was not as tasty as an Apple. But that did not stop Mr Quillbert McNaughtymon. I really can't get enough of that nickname! Usually he is such a goody-four-paws and a total Momma's Boy.
Of course Mom forgave him and all the scolding he got was the nickname. Sheesh.
Little does Mom know he is anxiously awaiting the iPhone cord replacement's arrival....