I went home for lunch, and I walk in the door. Hubby greets me with "there are only 4 kittens in the basket." I say "Huh?, did you leave the Florida room door open this morning." He says "only for a little while."
So me being tender hearted, along with the idgit cat search the house room by room, under beds, under dressers, in closets, under the bathroom sinks, in the kitchen cabinets. Not once but twice. By this time, I have dust bunnies in my hair, dander up my nose, my pretty skirt outfit is wrinkled, and I have carpet burn on my knees.
Still no kitten so I go to plan two which is standing in the kitchen yelling at Loki (my cat) to find the kitten. She proceeds to turn her back to me and lick her butt. She obviously isn't as interested in finding the kitten as I am as she knows where it is and is po'd that I moved the kittens out of the house in the first place.
Plan three. Act nonchalant while the Florida room door is ope,n creep through the house like a spy hiding behind walls and the couch and watch the dingus drag another baby through the house. She drags the baby into my baby's nursery and drops it in front of her open closet door. I pick up the comforter that is laying on the floor and look under it. No kitten, then I pick it up and gently shake it. A kitty falls out of it's warm hiding spot and I pick both kittens up and take them with mamma kitty following me biting my ankle back to the Florida room and lock the door.
I swear if there aren't five of them in the basket when I get home, heads will roll.
I love work. I could stare at it all day. 
And I hope all 5 were where they're supossed to be when you got home home tonight!
Tee hee hee
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