Every morning, I change and dress each twin, then leave them up in Buddy’s room while I go downstairs and start breakfast (so they don’t climb my legs and “pants” me while I’m walking around the kitchen) and do a sweep of the floor (this seems excessive but you never know what gifts the cats will leave for us in the morning). This morning I left them up in his room a little longer than usual while I cleaned up some other things. Usually they give me about seven minutes before they start pounding on the door, screaming to be retrieved. To my delight, I didn’t hear a peep. (Yes, I realize in hindsight that my delight was naive and silly.) I came upstairs and opened the door to find this:

…They had emptied out the bottom two drawers of all of their clothes. Every single item. Not a single hair or stray lint ball could be seen in either drawer. They had also managed to climb onto the sofa, take a brand new big box of tissues off the shelf, and empty the entire thing amongst the chaos around the whole room. Small clumps of licked, torn tissue stuck to the (now unfolded) clothes.