So the cats have been passing pink eye back and forth for the past couple of weeks which has been super-fun, because there’s nothing quite like risking life and limb to capture a cat and assault it with eye drops. Unless it’s getting to do it twice.
However, I believe that I am now fully qualified to be a chaperone at any middle school dance, because I’ve spent a huge chunk of the past two weeks yelling things like, “OK, guys, break it up,” “No touching, you two,” and, “HEY! GET AWAY FROM HER!”
I guess there really is a silver lining to every cloud.