It has now been several days, and no sign of any of the kittens. One day they were eating delicious turkey that I was feeding them, and the next... vanished.
I highly doubt they all managed to get killed at once. They were smart and wiley kittens and often travelled separate from one another. What I think happened is that the angry black lady living on the floor above me finally called animal control services and got them caught.
Imagine a large frown on my face. Now double that.
Ah well, I hope they get adopted while at the shelter. I still have the gremlins to keep me company though... sock-stealing, light-leaving-on bastards.
And here's a nice pick-up line developped by Paul this weekend: "I want to be the Jim Hensen to your Kermit." Nasty.
Hilarious, but nasty.
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