I wasn't here. I was asleep. I was visiting Spitty. I was arranging my toys. Donkey needed my attention. I had to arrange surgery for Fat Ducky. I was in the closet arranging things. I was in the kitchen cleaning up after supper. I was in our bed warming it. I was waiting for my brushie.........
It wasn't me, Mom.

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But we do know you are adorable sweet Katie!
Of course it wasn't you, Miss K.
Definitely not you, Katie. :)
You are such a beautiful innocent!
What did you do? :) XO
Dearest Katie Isabella,
Oh my...
Am still in my night gown... reacting to my siblings as my Dad has passed away today, peaceful in his chair in the garden!
SO happy that we've pulled off this perfectly timed 66th trip to The Netherlands and by NOT using the Viking flight to Budapest but arranging our own flights from Savannah to New York, to Amsterdam and from Amsterdam again to Budapest and back from Bucharest. How could I have bypassed my 98.5 (well short of 6 days...) Dad?
The planning was to be back after our cruise for a FINAL FATHER'S DAY gathering at his home and getting to see all of the family. Did not happen as he ended up on the ambulance on Saturday and we had to visit him at the hospital instead. It was a heavy farewell, not the way I'd planned and imagined it... driving to the airport and returning the rental car, staying at the hotel and flying out early morning. While crossing the Atlantic, Dad got released from the hospital.
We both had our hands full getting over that nasty acute bronchitis (very cold Viking dining room on this Danube cruise!) and taking our antibiotics. I was going to call Dad today via Skype but then I got my brother's message that he'd passed away, in his chair in the garden... peaceful and merciful!
What special memories of our FINAL trip home.
Hugs,
Mariette
Of course, we know it wasn’t you, Katie san :-) You are too busy and adorable! Your whiskers look extra beautiful there with one of them making monocle :-)
Not sure what happened but after your amazing explanations I am sure it wasn't you! lol xo Diana
This picture is beyond perfect. It really is! Katie, Annie loves each and every one of your reasons.
Oh my, what did you do Katie? That is quite the look you're giving the mom bean. You're gorgeous girl!!
Are you a suspect? LOL
Uh oh. Just blame whatever it is on Ivan--that's what we do.
Good Heavens, what happened?
I don't know what it was, Katie, but it's clear you were WAY too busy to have anything to do with it.
I believe ya Katie!
WHATEVER the issue, it OBVIOUSLY was NOT you! You have so many other responsibilities and your time is so valuable that you are guilty of nothing but being cute. Period.
Hugs, Teddy
Katie Isabella that is your story I believe you and you are sticking to it!!
If you need a lawyer let me know
Hugs Cecilia
That's right, Katie. We know that you never do anything bad and are always innocent. Whatever it was it wasn't you. Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful rest of your week.
World of Animals
Katie with that look how could Mom not believe you sweet girl
What are you being accused of? We know you didn't do it.
What did she say you did?
Emma and Buster
Would you do such a thing, whatever the thing is, maybe or maybe not
Of course not!
Tell us more.
Katie, one look at your sweet, innocent face should be enough to convince any jury on this planet that you didn't do it - whatever it is (mol) - but, just in case, We are ready to repurresent you (pro bono, of course).
Trixie, Caspurr and Shimshi, Cattorneys-at-Law
Of course it wasn't you, KI. Your innocent face is on point!
Love and licks,
Cupcake
my stars girl, don't forget I have proof we went shopping since I
have your mom's credit card receipt.....oopz....I hit post before
edit...hugs from dai$y =^..*= ♥♥♥
OOPS! The jig is up, Dai$y. She usually doesn't know about our trips since they are the red eye usually and it's only when the bills come in on her cards that she turns toward me with a question in her eyes!
We believe you! Someone's clearly trying to frame you!
Lol! Whatever it was, it wasn't you...uh huh! :-)
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