The Best Laid Plans...
I had a brain wave while I was working on my semantics assignment last night. I recently got a new TV stand and I still had the box. It is a pretty tall box and you know, cats like boxes. So, I'll take the box out and they'll play in it and I'll scoop up the box and bring them inside.
Things were going swimmingly. They crawled on me and ate some tuna. They played in the box. I got them! That is, until the one we've been calling Kingsley (who is really a reincarnation of Steve McQueen) made a break for it.
Well, I'll tell the rest of the story at some point, but right now I have to attend to the kitten crying in my bathroom.
