Henry got the courage to leave his cell and found his way into my bed.

Fergus was found eating poop out of the litter box.

I guess it’s no wonder cats are considered the more sophisticated.

Both boys are in my bed. Henry has hissed his boundaries and Fergus is farther away but still staring at him with little sobs.

Don’t push it buddy. I just saw you eat a cat turd and may never be able to unsee that. And, do I need to worry about him getting some weird illness?

I guess a covered box is next.