Nick: I'm going to hold you until you calm down!
Me: You're going to be holding her for a few weeks, until we can afford to get her spayed, you know.
Nick wraps Isis up in his shirt.
Me: Awww, she looks like a babushka. ... She's plotting murder right now...
Nick: This is different from any other time how?
Isis: And these jerkoffs wonder why I constantly bite them...
Nick devises a new method of kitten containment.
I start laughing so hard it becomes difficult to take this picture.
Nick decides it's even funnier to let her tail free.
We will not live through the night. Will someone please ensure that what little remains of me is buried with pie?
There is no end to the humiliation.