Bad ideas kittens have

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.

I've been keeping a list, and in the past week alone I've seen them:

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

 

If only Kerry had photographic evidence for all of their crimes, instead of just a few. Here they are playing inside a  camel saddle bag, just above a 12 foot drop. Needless to say, the saddle bag has been removed. This begs the question of why Kerry and John have antique camel saddle bags in their house, but you'll  have to ask them; I have no idea why they have two of them. They have lotsa weird stuff.

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?

And when they sleep on it they don't even curl up tight, they stretch out and hog the whole thing. It's so annoying that I have to go sleep on the couch.

Jeez Loueeze. Even that doesn't work.