I hate to admit it, but I find myself, for the moment, out of breakfast mischief. That’s probably a good thing. The poor human female has become so traumatized that she will scarcely step foot in the kitchen.
This morning she just grabbed a granola bar and scuttled away like an oversized hermit crab.
Of course, it goes without saying that I had jumped up and down on them all beforehand and that she’ll be unwrapping a shower of crumbs.
Not so whole grain now, eh? Ehehehehehe