So lately I've been chillin out under the stinky boy's crib at bedtime. Yes, I've been locked in the nursery three times. It is so nice under that cavelike dust ruffle. It is warm, humid and quiet in there too...and I can make sure that little t*rd stays quiet.
Anyhoo, I've heard that Goodnight Moon story about a bajillion times now and it has occured to me that those kittens should be ashamed of themselves. How could they just hang out playing and then have a good night sleep while that little mouse is on the loose? Seriously.
I mean, I'm uncertain I even like the little sticky boy sometimes but I wouldn't let some little dirty (but delicious) mouse hang out on the windowsill while he slept. I'd totally eat that thing. Oh man, now I'm hungry.