Catghetti

“Man, this spaghetti is great!” Mary said.

“Sure is,” I replied, as I looked down and saw our new baby kitten walking across the floor, leaving little reddish footprints.

“What has Marty gotten into now?”

“Let me go see,” I replied, fearing the worst.

“Well, Mary,” I began. “I guess I was right.”

“Oh no! He didn't! Did he?”

“Yep, he did!” I said, while looking at Marty's little footprints in the pot of spaghetti.

“Sorry Marty,” Mary said, while looking at the sauce all over his white fur. “I guess it is time you learn what a bath is!”