So, I sit up and rub my eyes. Goten is going, "Mrrrup! Brrrrip!" He's got a good chirp for a cat. I knew letting him watch the nature chanel was a bad idea.
As I swing my feet to the floor, he leaps off the bed and runs towards the living room, looking at me like, "Gonna follow me, Mom?"
Went through this with a straw wrapper he was looking for, not too long ago. So, I rub my eyes and go, "Aw christ, what is it now?"
Manage to make it to my feet... stumble out in the kitchen...
Chrissy has her head stuck in a can of chicken rice soup that she caged out of the trash can. Her tail is flicking a mile a minute, but she's very quiet about this. In fact, if I didn't know what Chrissy looked like, I'd swear she was some mythical creature, half cat, half soup can.
So, I go over to assess how serious a problem this is, sighing over possible vet bills. Goten is dancing around chirping.
Fortunately, can comes off very easily. Grasp it and with one very gentle tug, off it comes. Chrissy proceeds to spaz out completely, running around the house and squalking.
Goten gives me this cat grin. Don't be fooled, he did not chirp to warn me of Chrissy's problem. He chirped for the same reason a sibbling will run and tell a parent, "Moooom, Jimmy shoved a crayon up his noooose!"
He wants to see Chrissy get in trouble.
So, I look at Goten and go, "No one likes a tattletale."
Though it seems to have been violated, we have a rule in the place, which is you rinse out all cans before throwing them away. Now you know why.