This isn't an April Fools joke, Khuay's been at it again

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When I got the pair of flame point Siamese kittens and named them Willy and Khuay I figured that Willy would be the adventurous one and Khuay would be laid back and live in a small corner of the house; as you can tell from previous posts, I was totally WRONG about the pair. Willy will be asleep on my bed, and heaven's knows what Khuay will be up to. Well I found out today! I scheduled a meeting with an ad executive today. It's for my advertising class, but I still really wanted to make a GOOD impression. After what happened I know I made an impression, but I wouldn't say it was "good" in the way I wanted it. The day started with my deciding to clean out my purse and find out what was making it so heavy. I found out rather quickly. I usually carry soft sided bags because they handle having all my meds, make up and PDA and wallet in it. I fished out all of that stuff and was reaching in the corner and felt this funny hard, smooth, cool stuff in one corner. I tentatively grabbed a couple of pieces and pulled them out. I found those glass rocks that are used in fountains and other decorative flower arrangements. I have them in my fountain...which is where the little secret agent found them, fished them out of the water with his paw and carried them into my bedroom and buried them in my purse. I couldn't figure out how come the purse was getting heavier and heavier! So, I fished about 20 little glass rocks out of my purse (that little bugger had to be exhausted from stashing all of them in my purse). I put everything into the bag I planned to carry today and went to take my shower. I didn't think anything of Khuay being near my purse...there weren't anymore of those little glass rocks in the fountain. So, I dressed and did a few other things and then grabbed my purse and books and headed out the door to school and my meeting. The ad ex and I met at Starbucks and I was soooo successful at putting on a professional persona. I was doing everything right until I needed to get to my business card case (yes, I did put that in the bag). I reached in and felt something soft and squishy. My curiosity got the better of my professionalism! I pulled the soft squishy thing out and had to look at it. It was one of the cat's cat nip mouses. It was the one that could easily pass for cat poop! I've mistaken it for cat poop many times, but couldn't bear to throw it out because it was a favorite of the cats. I set it on the table (without thinking) and fished in the bag again. At this point the ad ex was looking strangely at both the cat nip poopie mouse and me. I felt something else soft and squishy. This time I pulled it out and it was a pink pom pom that the cats had taken as one of their toys. (Well at least it didn't look like a pile of poop!) That too got set on the table. By this time the Ad ex was leaning over the table enthralled at what would appear out of that magic sack that was my purse. I reached a little deeper into the bag, still looking for my business card case, and felt something hairy and hard. I kind of jumped at that one...the first thing that passed through my mind was a dead petrified mouse (wow, imagine the impression that would make in the middle of Starbucks. And with the Ad Ex leaning over there would be no way to discretely look at it and hide it!) I wrapped my hand around the thing and slowly brought it out of my "magic" bag. I slowly opened my hand and did actually breathe a sigh of relief...it was a head from a Ken doll. I have no idea where the cats found a Ken head, and I really don't care to try to figure that one out...but I can imagine what went through that "PROFESSIONAL" man's mind when he saw the look on my face as I viewed the head from a Ken doll! Fortunately he has cats (not quite as insane as mine) but he isn't the one carrying the purse with the head in it! I now have a hook on the wall that the purse hangs on. So much with my futile attempt at trying to be a professional executive type person and trying to make a "GOOD" impression on one! I'm gonna have to stay "just plain me" that lives with a house full of odd animals and a cat from the CIA (Crazy in America).