I came home today to find my bedside table lamp knocked on the ground with the shade is broke.
I have 2 suspects.
Who: Sophie Sue Davis
What: A Black Domestic Short Hair Feline
Why: Because she can. Spite. Clumsiness.
How: She was screwing around, and lacking the normal grace of other felines, swayed her hips and oops the lamp went down. OR She is just plain rude and did the old paw swipe because she’s pissed I ran out of wet food.
Who: Owen Theodore Davis
What: A Red-Footed Tortoise
Why: Ignorance of size. Accident.
How: Doing is normal daily apartment laps, like one of those geriatric mall walkers, he found himself stuck. He often finds himself in these conundrums, seeing as to he is unaware that he keeps getting bigger, and can’t fit in places he used to (that’s what she said). He got himself stuck under my bedside table, panicked, and used his brute strength to lift the table- causing an earthquake-like affect when released and the table falls back causing the lamp to fall.
Who done it?