Crystal: Okay, this is the last straw .... uh, package we're not getting part of.
Cotton: Maybe we should start from the beginning. One of us has been climbing on the shelves and knocking things down into the litter pans.
Rusty: Yeah, and leaving ripped up packages of Temptations! Which we didn't get a share of.
Crystal: It's happened twice so far. Jan found the second package this morning. It was empty! Not even a crumb left.
Cyndi: Jan is pretty upset. She says we're supposed to share.
Cameron: And she's worried about what kind of health effect eating so many Temptations at a time will have on the perpetrator.
Cotton: The first time she found the package while only half eaten and we did each get a couple. So did the dogs. Temptations were falling out the bottom, the middle, the sides of the bag. She didn't have enough fingers to plug the holes.
Cyndi: Jan says she knows which one of us is guilty because she not only knows which one of us is the most agile but she saw the gymnast plotting a course and making a map of the easiest way to access the shelf where she hides the treats. Of course, she didn't realize what was happening at the time.
Rusty: The same suspect has been uprooting the aloe vera plant Jan's friend sent her for emergencies. It doesn't stay in the pot long enough to grown roots, even though Jan hid the pot in the most "remote" region of the shelves.
Cameron: So, since this is cutting into our Temptation stash, we held a meeting and decided to confirm the identity of the thief for Jan. If you haven't guessed by now, the thief is --
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PS from Buddy, Merci & Sam: No, Jan hasn't found her funny bone yet, but she did give us permission to post, as long as we do it while she is out of paw reach. Her eye is doing better but her toe is swollen, painful and infected, and she is ... um, how do we put this ... oh, yeah, crabby as hockey! Or do we mean crabby as h-e-double hockey stick? Whichever, we advise you to keep your distance. Especially from her toe. And yes, we do have something to do with that. We said we're sorry and buddy has tried to doctor it but she goes hysterical if we so much as look her way. So we're lying low and collecting surgical supplies in case Dr. Buddy has to operate.