The joy of parenthood

So everyone once in awhile I foster kittens for two reasons: 

1. It keeps Serafina on her toes. That tubby cat gets really full of herself if left to her own devices. Observe:

Serafina is the fat gray one in the back and Dante is the fat brown one in the foreground. As you can see, they lead terribly taxing lives. I think this was taken around 1 pmish.

and 2. HelLO! Kittens!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee KITTENS!!!!!!1111 They come from the SPCA and usually are just too tiny to get spayed or neutered, so I fatten them up for a month or so to help the SPCA with space and then give them back to be adopted by families who hopefully aren't as psychotic as I am. Or are they? 

Anyway, my latest batch has been sort of... stand offish. Not that it's particularly a good idea for them to love me FOREVER like they SHOULD. Pre complete fattitude: 

That's Jada, Nile, and Nathan. Not my names but I probably couldn't do better. You also get a bonus of a pic of my puppily Nutmeg in the background. Precious! She's a runner. Seriously, they should have named her Houdini. 

So my friend Em was visiting this past weekend (Best. Weekend. EVER.) and, as luck would have it, I came down with some sort of debilitating virus on Sunday. Sweet little Emily spent about 12 hours watching movies while I drifted in and out of consciousness on the couch a mere three feet away from her (tragically, I remember most of Sydney White). That's a ballsy woman. When I hugged her goodbye on Monday, my mom said, "Wow you touched Typhoid Mary." Thanks, Mom. 

Anywhom, through the haze I could hear this running commentary on the kittens' "goings-on" from Em. I didn't really know what she was talking about until I woke up later on Monday to see this:

Incidentally, all three are covered in glitter.