This morning, I discovered a green ball on the table. It looked like a smaller tennis ball, so I did what any normal Munchkin would do. I batted it off the table and decided to play with it on the floor. I enjoyed that activity quite a bit until I decided to acquaint my taste buds with it. What a mistake that was. As it turns out, citrus is an acquired taste.
I was going to stubbornly stand aloof next to Ryan Gosling, but Minou came in to hog my spotlight, which made me return to my chase. Minou and I know why we randomly bolted out of the living room, but we aren't telling you OR Mom. We think it adds a little mystery to our legend.
Please don't judge the messy house. Mom and Roo Mate are in the midst of both cleaning the place and going through things to see what else was stolen during the recent burglary. Mom hates thinking that Minou and I probably welcomed the burglar, because we really are remarkably friendly with new people; even worse, what if we were KICKED or something like that? At least we weren't catnapped.