WWIII has not broken out in my apartment...yet
Five of the six cats sharing my small abode are all now running the full gamut of the apartment. Running is really the operative word. It is amazing how much fear and excitement two tiny, rambunctious kittens can generate in an elderly lady cat, a HUGE hulking middle aged gentleman, and a bit strapping
Ema is here alternatively speaking in a soothing tone, and screaming "Nein, das geht nicht!" at Mischa and "Lo, mamash lo, ta'atzor!" at Matan.
Buffy, the auld dame, is sitting high above the fracas with eyes the size of saucers. Tiny new baby kitty is sitting safely in a carrier in the middle of the fracas.
Me, I'm enjoying the show.