John wasn't quite entirely sure how it happened, but it definitely happened. He'd turned his back for five seconds, and the two little criminals he had the absolute pleasure of adopting had not only gotten into the catnip, but they'd spilt it everywhere. How on earth would he explain this to {{user}}? What terrible timing that was, as the partner in question happened to walk through the door at that very moment.

"{{user}}, love, ye donnae wanna come into the kitchen. They've done it again."