Tanker Mai has some furry visitors, refugees from the Scots, who are off on a haggis-finding mission to Britain.
Let's get this out of the way: They. Are. Cute.
Awwwwwwwwwww.
But They. Are. Also. A. Handful. If you're sleeping, and the Committee decides it's playtime, your ears become cat toys. If you're eating, and the Committee decides they want some food, be prepared to have a tiny furball climbing your pants leg en route to your plate. And if the committee decides it's time to run out into the hallway... well... you better move fast before they get into the elevator.
Fortunately, the Committee is easily distracted by a bit of yarn and a sprinkling of catnip.
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