Last night after dinner, Mom was on the computer, and I was napping in the cat hammock near my favorite window. We could hear the little sticky people running around outside, making lots of noise and and having fun. Then it got really quiet. Mom brought the trash out because Friday is garbage day, and saw three police cars outside, with their lights flashing. Cops were talking to a lady next door, who was crying. Another cop was talking to somebody else down the street. There was lots of pleading, lots of "It wasn't my fault" and "she did it and I'm the one getting into trouble." It went on for a long time. Mom and I do not know what happened, but somebody got a ride in the paddywagon.
I don't know what a paddywagon is, but I don't ever want to ride in one.
I'm so happy Mom loves me.