the kitten chronicles - part 90

This morning, in the newly redesigned Globe and Mail, I read an odd discovery that stopped me in my tracks. It turns out that one early generation of the dinosaurs had very small feet. Like "cat paws" said the headline. O.K., this goes a long way towards explaining just what has been happening with the devastation in my house. The kittens are innocent, after all. I hadn't investigated throughly enough. I just assumed when I saw muddy prints of cat paws beside a destroyed plant- it had to be the fur-brains. But this story proves conclusively otherwise. A dinosaur is loose in my house. Of course the boys weren't capable of such enormous destruction - they're tiny lovable kittens. Only a dinosaur with tiny cat paws would possess the necessary heft to smash so many things to fragments. I need to go home tonight and offer an abject apology to the lads. And then together, we will search the house from top to bottom, find the offending tiny-footed dinosaur and escort him straight out the door. Good riddance! xxx dad