I was airing out my fusty tummy fur here on the Celestial Blankie,
...when Mommy rolled an apple towards me, maniacally cackling something about chicks in a garden, forbidden fruit, and other nonsense.
Silly Mommy, everybody knows chickens come from the grocery store, not gardens!
Furthermore, as we all know, no fruit is forbidden from my stringent Quality Control Bunnykicking!
Although I did not bite this particular apple. The other ones in the fruit bowl bearing fang marks, well, where is the DNA* evidence, I ask you?
I deny any knowledge of that fruit!
This kitties, is the face of innocence.
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*Detecting Naughty Action--thanks, Pasha!