Houston, we have a problem. I dropped S off at the airport about 3 hours ago and I’ve already been playing “Let’s see how many toys we can balance on the cat” while I wait for the paint I just smeared on the walls in the bathroom to dry. I should not be left to my own devices for too long. And he’s going to be out of town until Monday night. Seriously, we’re in for some trouble. These poor, poor cats.
Update: The answer is 4 cat toys.
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