This morning, I'm herding cats.
We keep them in a spare room with a tall trunk standing on end between the door and the door jamb so that Carly, the mom cat can jump over and get access to kittens without the kittens getting out and running amok. After I went in to feed and care for them I left and went downstairs, I heard the pitter patter of kitty feet upstairs. Kittens were running amok.
I gathered them up and put them in the spare room. I shut the door all the way and went downstairs to read blogs. And now I hear kittens running amok again. And now I heard something crash.
Everything is quiet, now.
This is going to be a fun morning.
Want a kitten?
They don't bite...much.