Well, it finally happened. All hell broke loose. OK, it wasn’t that bad, but we did lose two penguins yesterday when Ravi and Mowgli’s antics resulted in the tablecloth getting pulled off the table. The poor Christmas salt- and pepper-filled penguins never saw the floor coming.
The kitties are apologetic. They knew immediately they were in trouble; I heard the crash, came out of the bedroom, and up the hallway they ran, as if to say, “Mom, you don’t want to go in there!” Salt, pepper, ceramic penguin pieces, rocks from the centerpiece, and candle were everywhere. Mowgli even had the cajones to start playing with one of the rocks on the floor. I was not happy, but thank goodness Chris wasn’t home when it happened, for he would’ve skinned them alive.
Yesterday afternoon, Ravi and Mowgli received the no-love treatment from Chris and me. No naps with me, no tuna treats, no nose rubs, no toys. Nothin’. They are not getting tuna treats this week, nor are they getting master bathroom priveleges.
