Not my fault!

I love fur mice. Their tails will disappear the first minute Mom gives me a new mouse. Then I play with them, carry them around, and lick them until there's nothing left but a bit of plastic.

So it's not my fault what happened last night. I had left a fur mouse for Mom to find when she was picking up the latest thing I knocked off the desk. She tossed it on the bed while she was getting ready to go to sleep. When she climbed into bed, so noticed that I hadn't touched the mouse while on the bed, so she tossed it out of the room.

Not my fault her leg was in the way as I scrambled into a mad dash after it.

So why is Mom so grouchy this AM?