Mamacita says:

Dear cats,

I know you aren’t guilty of everything I blame you for, but having you living here sure takes the heat off me sometimes.

If it weren’t for you, I’d have to do a lot more cleaning.  Not that I don’t have the cleaning to do, but when I blame the cat, I don’t feel obligated to  pick things up right away.

You know, as in “Darn cat knocked all those pens off the table again!”  Heh, like I’m going to bend over and pick up all at once what I can take care of with my toes, eventually, by just sitting here typing and getting them one at a time, when they roll near enough to my feet.  If indeed they ever can, what with all those shoes under the table which, coincidentally, all fit me.

Let’s hear it for those prehensile toes now!

“Darn cat knocked all those dishes out of the cabinets, ate off them, and just left them piled in the sink.”

I wonder if cats can be taught to load a dishwasher.

Now, would any of you believe “Darn cats cleaned all the stuff out from under the beds and just left it stacked in the hallway’?

Yeah, me neither.  Sigh.