Christmas, the (now orange stained) Queen of Cute, fetched several slightly squishy cherry tomatos from the garbage can and enjoyed — judging from the tracks of tomato blood — a lively game of multi-ball tomato soccer on the kitchen floor.
Apparently she tried to clean up her mess before I found it. Both the dish towel and the sink sponge are on the floor as well. The exhausted kitten is curled up in front of the refrigerator on the throw rug (which belongs in front of the sink).
Fluffy, with orange tinted paws, is sitting on the washing machine high above the mess and trying to tell me that none of this was his idea. Isn’t it amazing how much trouble one litle crippled kitten can get into all by herself?