Kittens are nature’s Lexapro. Except when you need to go to sleep; then they become nature’s Foley artists. They can ring the weirdest fucking noises out of whatever’s on your bedroom floor. You may think you know what’s down there, but then one night, you’ll be lying in your bed asleep and you’ll hear what sounds like a leprechaun trying to refinish an antique hutch. And you’re like: wait - how did the kittens get the belt sander into the bedroom? So you flip on the lights, and you look over, and there’s just a kitten sitting in the middle of the floor on top of a single post-it note.
