Yesterday, I succumbed to peer pressure and joined Facebook. I think that I was 1 of the last 4 people on Earth who wasn’t on the site. So, if you are on Facebook and I haven’t found you yet, you can look me up by name. Right now, it’s a timesink, just when I don’t need one. I really should have thought this through.
The kittens have also succumbed to peer pressure in the last few hours. I imagine the conversation went like this:
Kitten A “Hey you know what would be fun?”
Chorus “Oooh, tell us!”
Kitten A “We should TP the bathroom. When the people come in to check on us, we’ll pretend that we know nothing about it.”
Chorus “Woo-hoo, party at our place!”
It seems that I forgot the cardinal rule of fostering: Hide the toilet paper. My last kitten room was not a bathroom, so I didn’t really have to think about it before. It’s a relatively cheap lesson – it only cost 1 roll of tp. Sigh.
The kittens are still as playful as ever this morning. They ate ravenously, then all 4 climbed into my lap for a post meal snuggle. Their tp party was just a bit messy, so I seized the moment when all the kittens were off the floor to sweep up all the food and litter. Arthur felt a little guilty about making a mess, so he started giving me kisses on the chin to make up for it. It probably makes me a sucker, but I forgave them. I am, however, wise to the fact that if presented with the opportunity, they would do it again without thinking twice. Naughty, naughty kittens.