After being washed and disenfected by Doctor Giggles,
I made my way into the living room where I have a toy box. Someone (with long grey and white tabby hair) put the lid on so I couldn't get my toys out of it. Finally, Magoo got close enough to the box to see that it was closed and she opened it for me. I dove into my toy box only to find a toothpick rigged in a homemade CATapult made up of an elastic wound around a half-chewed bone!!
Guess who's been staying up watching reruns of MacGyver on the DejaVu station? Hmmmmm.....not me (my bed time is 10pm).....not Missy (she's to lazy to watch tv).....not Magoo (she's in bed with me).....not Fluffy (he's been sleeping for hours so he can get up at 5am and pace the floor).....not Giggles (she's still working as a woman's work is never done).....IT'S WILLOW!
With the toy box lid securely stored under the toy box, I suddenly noticed the disappearance of my toys. All day long and one by one they had vanished. First was my floppy-eared, pink dog who I can make squeek when I walk about spasming like I have Tourette's Syndrome. Not a pretty sight, but it does the job. Next my skinny dog was gone without so much as a by-your-leave.
Then I heard a crack and a rumble...I cringed down low to the ground thinking the God of Thunder was about to warm up for his heat in the Inter-galatic Lightning Tossing Competition by using me for target practice. But, no, I looked up to see the smelly belly of a broken-backed camel crashing down on my little poodle-curled head!
"OH MY FREAKING FREAKAZOIDS!" I screamed whilst slapping a padded doggie paw up against each side of my face. My very favorite, bestest toy...a yellow cat puppet...was gone! AWOL. "Call in the CBI (Canine Bureau of Investigation)...there's been a toynapping!" I screeched.
Not wanting to wait for the arrival of the 4-legged, Doggles wearing 
special agents from the CBI, I whined and whined (in a graceful, dignified way) and ran about in circles until a bewildered Magoo was forced to investigate. Luckily, she came back with all my toys. That darned Willow had taken them downstairs and she knows I haven't figured out how to go down an entire flight of stairs. Oh the devious devilishness!
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