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�Oh geez, and this place is a mess! We gotta clean it up before she gets here,� said Edgar, looking around the basement.
Of course, every faux-fur mouse, ball, string and boinger had been dragged from the toy chest and scattered in each of the four rooms. Mom was used to that; it was the other stuff that she would flip over � resulting in the likelihood of holding back on the weekend bowls of Whiskas.
For starters, Marlowe had dragged a sock into the water bowl as part of a science experiment to see if cotton could wick one liter of water from the bowl, through the sock and onto the carpet. It could. And Marlowe and Teddy were rejoicing by puddle stomping the squishy wet carpeting and seeing how far their wet paw prints would mark down the hall.
When Marlowe got the word from Edgar that Mom was on her way home, he panicked. His flowery chair was a mess. The night before, he had found a vanilla wafer between the cushions and dragged it out. Subsequently, crumbs were stuck to his sheepskin pad and had begun to attract ants.
Teddy snickered at his pal�s predicament until he realized he had shedded all over mom�s office chair when he took a nap there day before yesterday. During his afternoon romp, he also had managed to crumple all five rugs in their living quarters.
Edgar, although not messy by nature, had the biggest quandary. He caught a bird on Monday, brought it inside and devoured it in the washroom. Now, feathers and assorted bits were stuck to the floor.
In addition, kitty litter was everywhere in office after Ted crashed into and spilled a full bag. Thinking that looked like great fun, both Marlowe and Edgar stepped in to paw it all over the room.
�Hey look. We got beach front property,� Edgar giggled at the time. Now, it wasn�t so funny.
Then there was the major accidents that had accumulated during the week; namely, Marlowe�s urps deposited every five foot or so and Teddy�s poop of defiance (Annette refused to let him out to play on a day when temps dropped to �8 Celcius) on clean laundry stacked in the washroom.
�Aw shucks, we�re in for it now,� bemoaned Edgar. �No Whiskas for us!�
Marlowe tried to look at the bright side: �Hey, didn�t those three kittens lose their mittens and got a bowl of cream anyway?�
�Idiot. That was in a movie,� lamented Teddy, as tears welled up in his eyes.