Mastermind?

I stumbled out of bed to the sound of raucous mewing and clanking to discover the above scene. A quick search of the room uncovered a cache of ale bottles shoved far back beneath the couch. The tangerine feline in question, otherwise known as Hobbes, languidly purred and showed no sign of remorse. His twitching tail mocked me, as his eyes said, "Whatcha gonna do 'bout it?"

Gypsy peeked around the couch and tentatively thwapped her tail against the fabric. "See, he made me do it." She looked at me hopefully.

Damn. My dog was framed.