two years later, they’re still alive somehow

kittensevery morning i open the front door in my robe and retrieve the newspaper.

yes i am an old man still living in the 1950s.

two years ago i opened the door and two adorable kittens were on my stoop.

we had had many stray cats in our courtyard for at least a year and i assumed that the kittens were the offspring of two of them.

as you may know i live in hollywood in between two very busy streets. plus, a few weeks before i saw the kittens, we heard some very scary animal noises which sounded like a beast eating one of the strays.

so i took the kittens in. watched in amazement as they took to the kitty litter. and then enjoyed two little twin fuzz balls explore my spacious mansion.

for some reason i thought someone would take them off my hands.

but no one ever did.

are they a little loud in the early mornings?

who isnt?

do they ruin my toilet paper roll too often?

not any more *cracks knuckles*

do i love them?

of course.

happy second birthday Prince and Michael!