The moon was shining brightly in the windows. It looked almost like day, making me want to howl. It happens you know, wanting to howl, even though I am a girl, and a Queen at that. I knew I would get in 33 1/3 kinds of trouble if I made much noise, so I jumped on Mittens, who was cuddled up by Momma. She got all freaky and stupid, growly and hissy. Of course, Momma woke up, and even before she knew what was really going on she yells, really loud, one of her names for me; Patchesknockitoff. Mittens went running like a wild woman under the rocker. Everything, of course, is ALWAYS, automatically MY fault. Well, if you are going to get blamed for something, you may as well do it. I think some famous person said that; if they didn't, they should have.