I knew I was going to be in big trouble.
There was no way I could pin this on somebody else.
How was I supposed to know the light fixture wasn't exactly, 'fixed,' as well as I felt it should have been?
How was I to know it was very delicate and clearly not built to withstand my ever-increasing weight?
I thought it would be good exercise, running, jumping, flying through the air…
To land perfectly on top of it.
I was wrong.
More than once my owner had referred to me as, 'Garfield.'
Nope, there was no way I could blame the dog this time.
Only a cat could jump and land on the chandelier.
The chandelier that now lay smashed to pieces on the floor.
I was going to be in big trouble.