With the help of their partner in crime, Peter, my foster babies, Mickey and Monty, were able to escape from the bedroom last night to have some quality kitty guy time together.
I came back up from doing laundry in the basement and found the spare bedroom door open and Pete and the little guys tearing all over the rest of the apartment. Needless to say, the girls, especially Gracie, weren't too pleased. (There was her usual hissing, growling and snorting at the sight of the little guys.)
I decided to let them have their guy fun (knowing it would be next to imposssible to catch Mickey and Monty anyway) until they wore themselves out and ended up hanging out under my bed together and did some more male bonding.
Seems like Peter found out how much fun it is to have other kitty boys around!
I decided to let them have their guy fun (knowing it would be next to imposssible to catch Mickey and Monty anyway) until they wore themselves out and ended up hanging out under my bed together and did some more male bonding.
Seems like Peter found out how much fun it is to have other kitty boys around!