We have a crisis. There’s a run on toilet paper (and hand sanitizer and masks) thanks to the coronavirus. People are panic-buying every last roll.
We were ok, because we’d bought an 8 roll package recently as our stocks dwindled. Eight rolls last a long while here and by the time we’re done with them people should be a little calmer, I hope.
But last night around midnight, I woke to the sound of cats being naughty. And this is what I found:
8 rolls of chewed and clawed toilet paper and four guilty cats. What got into them? They felt the panic, too? They were quiet about it; I slept through the massacre. I chased them outside, laughing, and went back to bed.
