Yesterday I came home from school feeling a tad under the weather. Nothing severe...runny nose, congestion, and achy. I took some Nyquil and went to sleep early in the spare room so as to not get Hubby sick. This morning he told me that Lily discovered kitty poop for the first time, Trudy drank the soda out of my cup that I had left on the coffee table and he found Piper sitting in my lunch bag which was on the counter in the kitchen. What happened to my animals? I am out of commission for one night and they decide its going to be pure, unadulterated anarchy?!