Me and my daddy

How did They Know It Was Me ?

Maybe I just look guilty. I don't know. But somehow they always know. Today I was having the best time. Many of you can relate to this. You see, I am a hunter. A natural born hunter. It is in my blood. I am always hunting for the dropped crumbs from plates. Thats why I like kids. They drop more food than any body. If they don't drop it I WILL GET A RUNNING START AND STEAL IT RIGHT OUT OFTHIER HAND. Iwill keep running until i'm in a safe place to eat the goods. I don't understand why the humans can't see or appreciate the talent it takes to do this. A couple of days ago there was this kid, i guess he was about 2 years old. Well he had a piece of chicken in his hand. He wasn't eating it. I mean if he had been eating it, i would have waited for the crumbs to fall. So I waited for the best time, started running , grabbed the chicken and it was in my stomach. I don't think I even chewed it. It was great. Then before I knew it I was in trouble. I just don't get it. Why did I get in trouble ?

Let me get back to my oringinal story. Like I said, I was having a great time. Someone forgot to close the door to the trash can.
Hey i'm going to have to finish this later. My eyes are getting droopy. I think that means nap time. I promise to finish the story later.