And around our house, we have rules that Mom gives us to follow - SHE says mostly for our own safety. One of them is that I'm not supposed to get on top of the china cabinet in the dining room because she's afraid I'll break off one of my legs jumping down. I don't like that rule very much because I really like it up there, especially because neither of the other two cat kids can get up there, but *I* can because like a certain other small black cat made famous by T.S. Eliot and Andrew Lloyd Webber, I can "creep through the tiniest crack and walk on the narrowest rail."
So, Mom, I love you ... but when it comes to this one rule, I'm sorry, but ...
I am just going to have to pretend I didn't hear you. (And if you want, YOU can just pretend that you don't SEE me! Sound fair? I thought so!)
