After dinner, there were no kittens holding me down. This led to and unexpected burst of productivity.
The Boy and I went into the baby’s room so that, as pregnant women are supposed to do, I could have him move furniture from one perfectly good location to a new location across the room.
And of course Kitten Thunder showed up to help.
There are no pictures of the ridiculous amount of under footedness that was happening because I was shouting orders for kittens to get out of the way.
After the furniture was in the right place, for now, the room looked startlingly like a person could live there in two months.
Kitten Thunder found letters on their bed to inspect.
And fabric.
They approve.