It was Kitty Krazy Hour. It happens once or twice a day around here, when all three little beasties – Pumpkin, Peanut, and Princessa – tear around like maniacs doing bank shots off the furniture (and the dog) and generally create feline chaos. I just try to stay out of the way.
Then I went out into the kitchen and discovered that, once again, they had knocked over the trash. It happens right after it’s been emptied. They jump on it, and with no weight, it goes flying. This time, though, something was a little different. Can you Find the Kitty?
Hmmm, they’re a little harder to find today, aren’t they? Give up? Say “Uncle!” Okay, I’ll have mercy.
What happened is that, when I went out to the kitchen, I reached down to stand the trash back up – only it wouldn’t move. It felt like it was cemented to the floor … or was full of cement. This baby just would not stand back up. Well, you’ve probably guessed by now. It wasn’t full of cement – it was full of kitties. So I lifted the lid and they looked at me and said, “Hey, you found us! This is a great new place to play. Wanna join us?”
If you’d like to actually find a kitty today, go look for Olivia at New York Renovator.