Dear Ceiling Cat, something wicked this way comes.
Nebber trust a grumpy kitteh.
Why, no! We haven't been in your 'hair dye'! Just ask Snowflake--she'll tell you! Uh--yep!
You, Sir Bird... are a cheeky little bastard.
Yes, I hid teh goggie's fud, shredded every roll of toilet paper, threw up hairbalz in ur slippers, tore down the curtains, peed just owtside teh litter box and slept on ur favorite white sweater.
R u still mad at meh?