In trouble

Oh boy, am I in trouble. First of all I flicked the lid of a dish someone had put on my window seat look-out and accidentally chipped a bit off. I only wanted to look inside in case a bit of carrot might have been hidden there. After all they're always hiding tasty things in different places for me to find in case I get bored. How was I to know it was a special hundred year old tureen? Who wants something that old anyway? What's the use in having something in the kitchen if there's no food in it? Pointless.

Then I wrecked the humane mousetrap by tossing it about in the utility room on the tiles. I could smell some delicious cereal inside and why should the mouse have it instead of me? It was on the floor, my floor, so it should have been mine. Anyway, it's broken now so I'm going to forget all about it. It's all their fault for temptng me to hunt for food in odd places.

I tried to make up for it by helping the plumber but I've been hiding most of today. They won't know where I am and they'll regret shouting at me when they think I've left home.