Flabbergasted!!!

Last night I accused one Trouble of the great Tuna Steak Raid on the stove. He has demanded a retraction though I am certain he nibbled some of the spoils, maybe....maybe not. Pictured above you can see him enjoying his vindication. That should last until I open the door to the cage.

As George was sitting on the stool at the stove, something flew over his head and executed a perfect four point landing in the precise location of last night's Tuna Heist. Much to everyone's complete shock, the furry missile turned out to be one Fire, the sick little kitty of the sweet face. This is the little kitty that I mourned the loss of his special tuna steak and lovingly fried him a salmon steak to replace it, watched its every cooking moment, cooled it and locked it in the fridge to protect it from the evil Tuna Thief. This is baby I broke off a hot piece of salmon for, burned my fingers, blew on it until it was cool and delivered it to his special bowl to commemorate the taking of the awful medicine. I even stood guard as he ate it.

And this is his answer to being caught red pawed on the stove where

he executed last night's daring heist and framed his brother:

I have been had.

Next to him is his brother Ice.