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I'm so tired!!! I woke up around 4:45am to go potty...as we all do during the night. I went to check on Nilla and the kittens....Nilla was missing and so was Daniel. My first thought was "Daniel died!!!" I couldn't find Nilla anywhere but...being the wise person I am...I have taught my girls to always close their bedroom doors. She couldn't have been in too many places because of that. First place I looked...under the couch. Found her!!! She had taken Daniel out of the box and had him under the couch. She was on her way to go get another kitten when I stopped her. I have since figured out that she wants to be under the couch come hell or high water. Nothing I have done has detered her. So right now Nilla is under my couch nursing Poto. The other kittens? Still in the box. I'm not sure the reasoning behind this but you can't fight a cat when it's determined to do what it wants to do. We will keep an eye on them today so everything should be fine. For now...I'm needing a couple more hours sleep. Getting up early on a Saturday...JUST WRONG!!! *yawn*

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