Who me?

Is this not the very face of innocence? What doesn't show is that mere moments before this there were terrible sounds issuing from the room, portending wounds and maiming of some kind. As I climbed the stairs to investigate, one cat raced down them at full speed, taking great leaps down several steps at a time. When I stuck my head into the bedroom, there was Trouble, reclining on the carpet, lounging at ease, and looking perfectly calm and without either guile or rancor. Hmph.


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