One cute thing from Sunday

I came out of my bedroom after my shower and two kitties were waiting patiently by the poohlet bedroom door. "Mer?", asked Audrey.

"No", I said, "they're at dad's this week."

"Mer", Audrey said sadly.

Arnold just stood there outside the door, waiting expectantly for me to open the door and get the poohlets.

"Sorry pudding," I said, "the poohlets aren't there."

So I sat there a little bit and petted them and scritched their ears to try to make them feel less sad.

Then I farted. Three times. They left me.