I was a bad, bad boy.

I figured I better post a cute picture of myself as I prepare to tell a story that isn't very nice.  Last night my parents were in the living room and they kept hearing my brother Boo Boo meowing funny...like he had a toy in his mouth.  Around here we call it "deep meowing."  Comes from the throat...  Anyway, this kept going on for several minutes so my father decided to get up and see what all the racket was all about.  What he was about to encounter ranks right up there with one of the worst sights imaginable.  Earlier in the evening I had been accidentally shut in the guest bedroom.  I was attempting to dig my way out from under the door and in the process, tore up a huge chunk of carpet.  My father was NOT happy.  He yelled down to my mother, she ran upstairs and started looking the situation over.  It's pretty bad so we'll have to have it repaired.  But in my defense, I couldn't help myself.  I was separated from my family and wanted out.  I'm not much in to solitary confinement.  My dirty fingernails got me in trouble.   But my mother told me it wasn't my fault.  My father isn't convinced.