The phone rang, and as I dashed to grab it, I noticed a roll of toilet paper strewn across the living room floor. Next to it, a blur of fur.
I grabbed the roll, tossed it up on the table, and answered the phone.
After I hung up, I discovered these two on the table nesting in the un-rolled roll.
That's two strikes, kittens.
AND it was the very last roll of TP in the house.
Make that three strikes.