So, I was running late for work, and my mom was on my case about it. Again.

I couldn't just tell her the truth, that I had hit the snooze button one too many times. No, no. That wouldn't fly.

"Oh, Mom, my cat, Mr. Whiskers, is in the ICU," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

"He's got third-degree burns from when I tried to cook him a snack, and I'm worried he might not make it!" I exclaimed.

My mom, being the empathetic woman she is, immediately dropped everything and started frantically searching the house for Mr. Whiskers.

As she was busy Googling "cat burns treatment," I snuck out the door and made it to work on time.

It's a tough life, but someone's gotta live it.

White Lie #4: The One Where I Told My Boss I Was Late Because I Was Kidnapped by Aliens