So on Sundays I'm at work for twelve hours straight or so. I leave the cats inside because they need to eat and it's cruel to lock them out all day.
They use the catbox.
Two cats, one box.
A while back I noticed a small pool of yellow at the drain in my shower.
They understand plumbing.
I had a minor obsessive fantasy as a teenager that involved the evolution of the housecat. I am of the reinvigorated opinion that if given proper time and a set of thumbs, these furry, adorable little assassins pose a great challenge to our rule on this planet.
Until that time, these downfalls are purely of our own making.
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