Mom is mad at me...

Dad went to the store earlier tonight, for beer of all things, and when he got home he was bringing in the (ugh) beer and a couple bags of snacks and I strolled out of the open door. Yup, dad's not to good at paying attention to where we are and I got out. It was a grand time, I went to Oliver's and sat by his lookout window until he saw me. I invited him to come out on an adventure but he said after the last adventure he'd rather not. So I went off on my own. Mom was out calling for me but I didn't feel like answering so she got a bunch of the neighbors involved. All that walking around with a flashlight looking under bushes and into other beans backyards tends to make them curious. Well, I couldn't very well ignore my little woofie frend Whisper, so when he got involved looking I came out to say hello to him. Mom picked me up! I was so mad I growled at her. Do you know she had the nerve to say "awe, your humming so pretty for everyone". Bah, that woman is such a pain in my a@@. So, I got to have an hour and a half all to myself and I'm not in to much trouble. Mom's blaming dad and he seems to be willing to take the blame so...as long as they don't blame me I'm fine. Oh, and Oliver's mom is the one who squealed on me. She called mom and asked if I was in the house because she just saw a kitty that looked like me peeking in the window. Blabbermouth.