Buggery Fuck Christ >wheeze
Just washed the kittens. They promptly sat down in their newly cleaned litterboxes -
to dry themselves.
They're probably viewing my bathroom as some sort of Kitty Abu Graib, now. They will remain locked in there with the Revolution working itself into them (provided it hasn't been rubbed off by eagerly helpful people in a cute kitten overload) and Sunday after a final check - head out to audition for their prospective new home.
Only one will get the job.
*In the garage they had space and a radio playing. There's no radio in the bathroom. I hope they don't freak out.
The * is there because as I thought the above line and typed out the word "In" - one began crying at the door.
Kevin, who's gone to bed, just got up to check.
I just heard OW.
This is better than twitter. This is Real time, baby.
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amused