I bought new bedding yesterday and you can safely assume these douchebags were up to their normal cat shenanigans.
Quigley promptly made a bed out of the box. And then started scratching in it like it was a litter box. I removed him before he decided to shit in it.
Browning waited until I was completely finished making my bed to mock me.
That yawn says, “Guess where I’ll be all day tomorrow while you’re at work?”