Thugs

I came home late tonight to find that the little throw rug that occasionally doubles as Oates' bed was thrown into the middle of the living room and rumpled into a lumpy pile.  I am secretly amused by their little tantrums that are no more than playful stunts with no greater meaning or purpose.

Of course, when I come home I never know for sure who did what.  This picture with the rugs between them is funny to me for their respective pokier faces. Who looks more guilty?