By Maggie Mae
The land-line phone had not rung in days and days. Our mommy and daddy hadn’t thought much about it. They use the cell phones most of the time anyway. For some reason, Mommy had to make a call and the land-line was dead. Hmmm, everything looked OK, it was charged and the base was plugged in.
Mommy took a deep breath, looked at Amy (I wonder why) and pulled the couch out from against the wall. Sure enough, the phone line was disconnected from the wall jack. Hmmmm. I wonder how that happened? Mommy didn’t wonder. “Kitties”, she said. She had that tone of voice we hear so much of the time. (It is usually directed at Amy.) She sort of says the word slowly, while she looks at whoever has been bad (usually Amy).
This time though, she didn’t know who did it. Precious, Amber and myself were all cuddled up in Mommy’s favorite chair. Precious and Amber were asleep. I was watching Mommy, because I always watch what’s going on in the cottage. I looked Mommy right in the eye and mentally told her that it wasn’t us. It must have been Amy, but it could have been Mikey or Tigger. Whoever did it, it wasn’t us.