I have spent the last few days being interrogated about so called Scuffles in the yard. Just because it is my poofield, doesn't immediately mean I was the one to scuffle up the grass and dirt with my claws.
Here is the supposed evidence:
I believe an intruder has been in my poofields whilst I have been peacefully napping. I'm thinking it has something to do with these pending reindeer that are stressed with preseason worry about carting Mr Santa around on Christmas Eve.
Perhaps they have taken to my poofields to scuffle for worms, or (for dogs sake!) complete their Number Twos! Ma tells me she has found some suspicious looking Number Twos in recent weeks, she thought they were from a CAT!
I will have to be on the lookout pals, I cannot withstand this framery and cheek for much longer!
Scouring the perimeters of the poofields