A Tale of Two Reese Cups

This is my side of the story. I was caught red-handed yesterday.

I've been secretly sneaking chocolate out of the candy dish. I unwrap it with my claws and eat the delicious treats. I had 4 Hershey kisses and 4 Reese cups before they found me out.

I had been framing Brent, and it was working like magic. Three times I heard him get in trouble for "leaving wrappers around the house for Giselle to eat." Little did they know, I was sneaking them out myself.

I just love those little chocolate morsels.

Alas, they moved my candy dish up high. I cannot even jump to them. Cats! (I try not to use my friends', the rats, names in a derogatory manor)

Don't you worry. My revenge will be sweet. I'll throw up in not just one - no, no - but both of my beds. They will rue the day they took away my chocolate.

Love,

Giselle Mackey