I walk into "the study" which I don't know why they call it that because sure as hell I've never seen anyone study in there. There's just a bunch of books and a computer and a futon (and why that would be in "a study" who knows? Is "studying" so exhausting you need a place to sleep?)
there's a cat in here.
Really? The foster kittens are usually banished to their own room. This is unusual.
I decide to investigate. Reub continues to "sleep."
He's deeply in denial, and there's nothing I can do.
Rueb is right. It's a kitten. In "the study."
I must get closer.
I must get really close.
Really really close.
Really really really reeeeeallllly close. Cripes, aren't I scary?
Scary!!!! Someone? Anyone? No?
The kitten fell asleep. My humiliation is complete. Sigh.