Guilty Tyrants

In the evenings the tyrants usually play a mad round of kejar-kejar* in and out and around the house. That day Daddy was working late and had not gotten back home yet. The tyrants were playing kejar-kejar outside with gusto.

I could hear them tearing around the garden and the driveway, their claws click-clacking madly as they scampered after each other. They were snorting and growling as they went leaping back and forth the small garden. I could hear the the pebbles lining our garden edge go flying as the mad tyrants screeched over them.

Then... CRASH.

The tyrants had knocked down a pot and from the sound of it, it had most definitely broke.

I got up to go investigate, but before I could make it to the door Tagar bolted in at top speed. Her head was lowered guiltily but her expression an earnest 'It wasn't me, Mommy. I swear it wasn't me!!'. Togo and Gamby ran in, too. All three tyrants immediately settled down on the floor, playtime forgotten and looking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Later on Daddy came home. Usually when he comes home from work the tyrants run to the door waiting to greet him, and jumping on in him turn when he comes in. This time when they heard his car pull into parking they crowded around me, heads downcast. When Daddy unlocked the door and came in, Tagar started shaking in fear. (I laughed. Can't help it.)

Daddy came in with a grim face. I had messaged him about the tyrants' antics, and he'd seen the broken pot and spilled plant outside. But he too couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his three furry kids huddling together in guilt, with the red one quaking visibly in her fur. 

Of course the tyrants got off with not even a mild scolding for breaking the pot.
Being cute does have its advantage!

It wasn't me!!

* play catch