Yesterday the kittens were as sweet as they possibly could be all afternoon and evening. I think they knew that after a day of them diving off the kitchen table into their water bowl and after having destroyed my table-runner, they had better be as sweet as possible.

This morning though, I was sitting on the couch watching TV when Ronin comes running into the room with something in his mouth. What was it? A pizza crust from last night. Now that plate with that pizza crust on it was sitting on the counter. How did he get on the counter to get it? I have yet to figure that out.

I guess I can expect another day of kitten mayhem … and then another evening of them being completely lovable. I’m beginning to see a pattern. Evil all day and sweet at night.