I'm not sure Mom is ever going to speak to me again.  I was a bad, bad ShannyMonster!

It started when she took my little brother Seamus out, but not me.  I was so hurt to be ignored, I grabbed her checkbook off her desk.  I have NEVER done that before.  I might grab a lot of stuff, but her checkbook has always been off limits.

Mom came in and was going to record a deposit she had made but couldn't find the checkbook.  She looked at me, but I made my horns recede and popped out a halo.  I can look very innocent when I have to.

Mom started tearing the house apart, looking for her checkbook.  She looked in every room, every drawer and hidey hole that she could.  She even looked in all the trash cans, thinking it might have been thrown out by mistake.

Dad came home from work and he took over looking for it to no avail.  He called his friend at the bank who cancelled the checks which were missing.

Just when things were settling down around here, I felt my tummy start to churn.  I ran to the pergo flooring and harfed up everything in my stomach.  Mom said "oh poor Shanny" then steam started coming out of her ears as she picked up the vomit.  Oh the glare in her eyes as she looked at me.  I ran behind the chair so she couldn't get me.

You see, there were little bits of her check book cover in the vomit and a bit of the paper ledger.  I was busted!  I've never seen Mom so mad.  She didn't hit me, though I probably deserved it, but she muttered under her breath for a very long time.  And she ignored me, which is worse than being hit!!

I harfed up more of the checkbook and checks twice that night.  If she wasn't already mad at me for eating it, she really got mad when I woke her up twice to vomit.  I couldn't quite understand what she was muttering at 2 AM, but I thought I heard something about feeding me to the crows.  YIKES!

The next day I tried my best to look as cute and sorry as I could.  I'm not sure it worked. My tummy hurt most of the day.  The plastic checkbook cover was hard to pass!   I didn't try to steal Mom's chapstick all day.

After another day of Mom not speaking to me, I really laid on the cuteness!  I knew she couldn't resist. She finally kissed me and called me her little Monster.  I knew then I was, if not forgiven, then at least not going to be fed to the crows.

After Mom kissed me I knew I was off the hook and went chapstick hunting.  My lips were getting rough from puking up all that plastic.  I needed a chapstick fix.  Little did I know that Mom had found the perfect place to hide it.  I could smell it, but couldn't get to it.  She had hid it in her glasses case!  NO FAIR!!

Well, a ShannyMonster's gonna do what a ShannyMonster's gotta do. I just needed to steal something.

So I reached up and grabbed the sink stopper.

Uh oh!  Mom's muttering about crows again!!!

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