Mommy: "Spats, why is the rug crooked?"
Spats: "What rug?"
Mommy: "The one that you are lying on."
Spats: "Oh, this rug, hmmm....I don't know why it is crooked. Purrhaps KnotMe was here?"
Spats: "I'll go upstairs and see if KnotMe is still around."
What was KnotMe doing to make the rug crooked? Chasing this piece of straw:
KnotMe strikes again!