Our mornings generally go like this:
Mom leaves the human crate bright and early in the morning. She does whatever she does for a few minutes until Pupi and I are released from our crates. Before we know it, we're outside to empty "the tanks" and work out our beastly muscles. Then it's back to the apartment for our biggest feast of the day, which always tastes melt-in-your-mouth-meaty after working up a good appetite. Pupi washes down breakfeast with some serious thrashing of the SingingChristmasTreeMouseToy, while I bark, butt-herd him, poke mom, pull socks from the hamper and otherwise look for trouble at a hyper-kinetic pace. This goes on for about 30 minutes before Pupi and I plop into our snoozel spots and we're out cold for the remainder of the morning. Mom usually waits until our morning zoomies are through before she leaves us to shower, but yesterday she disappeared into the Room of Bathing before we had fully exhausted ourselves. Well, I found myself some trouble, and there was no one there to stop me.
The paper shreds started on my side and continued through 2 other rooms.
The only issue I ran into was that my need for sleepies kicked in strongly and suddenly, and as usual I passed out where I stood. Unfortunately, at that moment I happened to be standing amongst my mess, surrounded by evidence of my toy tossing and paper shredding. She knew I was guilty!
I couldn't be bothered to make my tired beastly muscles move, or get my furry rear as far away from the wreckage as possible. So I did what I always know gets me in mom's good graces... I made her laugh. It's a great trick: When she comes around acting all mad-like, don't move from your sleepie spot. Keep your body perfectly still and pretend to be sound asleep, and when she comes real close... so close... swiftly lift your knee and expose your groin. Hold it up there proudly, but pretend to still be snoozeling. Seriously guys. This one works.
Stanislaw, knee in the air, groin exposed
Humans are a simple creature,