Mine!

Sitting at the desk, I heard Moggy making a noise on the bed behind me. It took a second before I identified the sounds...ripping and shredding.

Hummm.....Ripping  and shredding might be a "not so good thing." Kind of a reversal of a Martha Stewart proclamation.  This would bear further investigation.

It turned out I worried too much--he had found a wadded up sterile dressing wrapper I had not tossed into the trash.   It was now partially shredded.

Moggy is an intuitive cat, and he sensed something might be awry just after I turned around. He looked up to see me looking at him, and I burst out laughing.

His face registered the most guilty look I have ever seen on anyone in my life--human, canine, or feline--and I have seen some guilty faces. In fact, I can neither confirm nor deny, but I may, or may not, have sported a guilty face or thousand myself in my growin' up years.  If officially asked, I'll plead the Fifth. 

In this moment, Moggy looked and acted so human I was hard-pressed to remember he's not human. In fact, his facial expression was one of a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

But that wasn't funny enough...

As I contemplated the possibility of locating my phone and snapping a photo before  he changed position (it didn't happen), he  lifted his paw from the paper shreds, spread his toes (keeping the claws tucked inside like a good boy), and ever so slowly streched his foreleg out over the paper-- and claimed the shreds as his own.

I could almost hear him thinking,  after all, you lazily tossed them on the bed rather than walk the ten feet to the trash basket. Since the paper didn't make it into the trash, Moggy obviously felt  the wraper was his newest play-toy.

To cement the deal he pulled the shreds ever so slighty toward himself, as if to say, You can not have these.  They are mine!