Well pals, da peeps has a mistereee on dere paws and none of us is talkin.
Yesterday, our home wuz invaded by all these weird guys who wanted to make tons of noises and hang out in da attic. Whitley thought dey wuz zombies come to eat our momma's brains. She wuz barkin up a storm bout it. But I reminded her dat it are our momma and well, da zombies might leave hungry if dey came here for dat. But she kept on barkin, cuz she wanted da guys to come admire how cute she wuz. Dat pup is a total puppy slut for male attenshuns. Momma says dey wuz here installin a new air condishinur. Whatefur. Dat are not da important part.
Da important part wuz dat all of us, includin da dogs, wuz locked up, so we wouldn't get outta da house or in da way. And while we wuz all unjustly imprisoned, da mommas decided to make a bacon brunch! Well, ok, dey had fried eggy weggies and toast and coffee and milk too, but da real point are dat dey had da odd-ass-ity to have bacon wifout us kitties around to beg it!
We wuz not happy bout it, ya can tell how Crockett looks ready to punch em.
Anyways, I guess da guilt got to Crockett's momma since she made an extra piece of bacon, just for all of us (da pupses wuz sposed to have some too). But since we wuz locked up, she left it on da counter in a paper towel and forgot about it for hours.
Da air condishinunin zombies or whatefur dey wuz came and went. We wuz freed and nobody remembered da bacon until hours later.
But someone smelled it, cuz da bacon had disappeared! Now, da pupses is not suspects since dey is too short to get to counter. Angelique wuz off in her room a lot of da day, so da peeps is bettin it wuz a joint job between me and Crockett (we haz done it before and both looked pretty satisamafied wif ourselves). Nobody's talkin.
So who do you think stole da missin piece of bacon??