While I was gone, Kitten Thunder hatched a plan. They always want under the sink in our upstairs bathroom but we’ve put baby locks on the doors to keep them out since the time we went on vacation and they spent some quality time in our walls. Accessed, initially, from the hole in the wall under the sink. Then they knocked a utility panel down and that made it easier.
There was also that time that Obi locked Oliver inside the cupboard.
So…baby locks. The kittehs “help” me clean the bathrooms, thinking I don’t know they are waiting for me to open that door to get the sponge. But I do know and I’m prepared to block them.
The Boy did not know.
One of the kittens exploded in the master bedroom on Sunday. I got a text from The Boy: “the boys are being naughty.”
That would be Oliver’s butt as he disappears into the wall.
He’s also not interested in having his picture taken.