"Wasn't me!"

This morning, the household arose as usual; the meals for humans and cats were prepared and distributed as usual, the litter boxes were scooped and cared for as usual.  As I turned the corner to walk upstairs to don my work clothes, I spied a small hairball output on the wood floor.  I spun back around, grabbed the cleaning items, and made short work of it.  While depositing the trash, I told The Hubby that 'someone' had coughed up a hairball.  He said, "Well, it wasn't me!"  Made me laugh out loud, and suddenly getting ready for Monday's work did not seem as daunting.

Interrogating the usual suspects garnered little information...

"You have no evidence that it was me!", Angel says

"What?!" exclaims Chucky

Patty O'Malley: "Hey, I don't even go in the house...!