Oh, hai. You know that expression it comes in threes, when referring to bad luck?
Well this week, I, and two of my accomplices, got caught in an organized crime spree, spurred by Tuesday’s full moon.
Mom says we have to post my mug shot, because confession is good for the soul.
As much as I hate to rat on my buddies, mom says we have to come clean, especially since there was an eyewitness at the scene.
It all started when my cousin Molly was caught in an act of unlawful possession. Earlier this week, her mom was making a quilt, and Molly was specifically told that this batting was not hers. Molly, unfortunately, was unable to resist.
Soon after, I was caught breaking and entering. Spike and mom both saw me running around like a wild monkey, looking for mischief of the grandest sorts.
And then there is this guy, known in some circles as Gansta Kangaroo. Authorities apprehended him earlier this week when there were reports of gunfire in the bush.
Mom wanted me to post these, so I would remember that crime doesn’t pay and that every criminal eventually gets caught, like this guy who was caught on video in the act of cat burglary, which is a serious offense in the state of Texas.
Who knows? Maybe we’re watching too many crime dramas late at night. I am at an impressionable age, after all. Mom made me do some community service today to pay off my debt to society.
Until next time, homies…