Eddy here. You know how Kerry fostered a pregnant cat, and then we ended up keeping two of the kittens? I'm okay with it, I really am, although I think I probably picked up a case of giardia from them. Blech. It may have been a bad idea to raid their litter box, I'll admit that right up front: I'm sorry sorry sorry.
But I'm not the only one with bad ideas around here, and I only have them once in awhile, whereas the kittens are constantly thinking up terrible ideas.
Taking a random leap onto the kitchen counter and landing on a hot pancake griddle
Playing inside a clinging plastic bag
Sneaking up on edgy Reuben when he's sleeping
Crawling inside the dishwasher
Crawling inside the washing machine
Crawling inside the clothes dryer
Napping inside a salad bowl
It really bugs me that the kittens like to play in my bed. This house is, like, two thousand square feet and they have to be here?
Jeez Loueeze. Even that doesn't work.