The kittens get into everything. And I mean everything. I threw my bra over by the basement door and Dill decided he was going to play with it and dragged it back into the living room. He's also been trying to eat the waterdish these last few days. There is seriously something going on that's just not right. His brother, Pickles, just claws the crap out of the cat tree and chases toys around the house. We pulled three cat toys from under the stove this evening. I'm sure they will be right back under there by morning.
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