I never say that, do I? It's always BAXTER! NO!
But nope, this time it was Molly and I caught her in the act.
Do you see Gertie?
This is Gertie. Isn't she c.u.u.u.t.e? She was a Christmas gift from Sallyknit, who made her and her nine buddies.
Do you see where Gertie lives? in a top row cubby, between a photo of younger daughter and some books, where cats can't get to her. (Hah! say the cats.)
Do you see sweet, innocent, widdle Molly, sitting in front of the bookcase? Hi Mom. I'm just sitting here, doing nothing. Yes, Gertie was on the floor. I don't know HOW she got there. Really. Prolly Baxter did it. Yes, it was Baxter. He's the bad cat.
No, Molly, it wasn't Baxter.
I just came upstairs and found poor Gertie, being assaulted, assaulted, I tell you, by Molly. I rescued Gertie. She is fine.
Something happened while we were away for Christmas.
Molly learned many bad things from Baxter. Soon after we came home, I looked into the kitchen to see Molly on the kitchen counter. I had never seen her there before.
And now, poor Gertie.