Recently, after doing laundry, I discovered a small hole in the back of a shirt. I confronted the offender that I suspect caused the hole--my cat, Collette.
I asked, "Who caused this?" Inexplicably, I then sang my theory to the tune of Peabo Bryson and Regina Belle's "A Whole New World," I song I don't own or even think about ordinarily.
"A cat with clawwwwwws," I sang.
Why I sang that, I'm not sure. All I know is Collette neither confirmed nor denied my accusation.
