We got a rude awakening this morning. There was a terrible crash, shattering glass, and stampeding cats. I sat straight up in bed, my heart pounding. It turns out Speck knocked the crystal lamp off the nightstand and it broke into a million pieces. I was just bragging to my mom last night that Speck never does anything wrong.
He is now hiding in a pink, kitten size cat bed in which he does not even begin to fit. Poor baby. Lamps can be replaced, kitties can't. I'm just glad he didn't get hurt.