Actually I didn’t really get in trouble. She just looked really sad and told me she’d saved for a long time to buy that yarn and now she didn’t know if she had enough to make what she wanted to make.
I sat in her lap for a while and she told me it was okay because she knew I was a cat, but asked how I found that yarn. She thought she’d hidden it from me really well. I don’t think I’ll tell her because my deviousness might make her mad, but she should know it smelled like catnip.
Fortunately I’m really snuggly so I get away with a lot.