My bad kitties knocked over the iron (but they didn't get hurt but mom was still mad) and knocked over the trash can and climbed the curtains in mom's office and ate some cheese and woke mom up really early by chewing on her. And there was a loud mysterious noise in the kitchen. I love the word mysterious, don't you? I learned it from Nancy Drew!
1 comment:
what trouble they are, and myserious is a great word. When you are older remember boys like mysterious.
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