We have a routine in our home in the mornings. Husband or I open the bedroom door two find two baby cats waiting patiently for breakfast. As soon as the door cracks open, they immediately start meowing — which I choose to believe is their way of saying, “Good morning!” instead of “Where’s my breakfast?!”
A few days ago, the routine was different. Scarley and Ellie were in their usual spots outside the door. But they didn’t make a sound.
I proceeded into the bathroom and moments later Husband discovers what they were up to. I hear, “You guys are baaaaaaad.”
Needless to say, they didn’t need to meow for their breakfast. And we had to buy more cat food.
Those two are bad news.