Thieving Murderers!

My husband calls me a hypocrite for chastising the cats for something that only days ago I was praising them for.

Ok, I'm still proud of them for killing the mice. But it just seems fitting to call them thieving murderers!

Yesterday was a very busy day, running around getting the car worked on for next week's Road Trip and other various errands. One of them was to be going to the bank, but I never got to it.

Which is why when I was getting ready for bed, I still had a couple checks and some cash in my pocket that were supposed to be deposited. I set them on the counter in the bathroom so I'd be sure to see it first thing in the morning and put in back in my pocket for today.

Well, when I went in this morning they were all jumbled. Checks scrambled on the floor and counter and the money? GONE!

Little thieves stole my money! I looked all over for it this morning and can't find it anywhere! Just now I thought that I should have shuffled through the clothes lying on the floor in the bathroom (We're not always very tidy) and that maybe they were just playing with the money and it's still in there but under something.

I kept telling them I wouldn't feed them until they coughed up the loot. Or at least told me where their secret stash was.

The creeps wouldn't tell me a thing.