Refuge from the Storm

We have had quite a lot of rain lately. It poured Monday night. Around 2:00am, I heard one big meow and three small meows. I opened my door and saw Sasha and her babies huddling underneath a chair outside my room. Against my better judgment, I let them in where they slept on my action packer (a box holding supplies) for the night. Who could resist their cute little, wet faces?

I would pay for my mercy the next day when I couldn't get those little terrors out of my room. I have a gap between my door and the frame that is just big enough for them to squeeze through. So whenever I came in my room, they were there even though I had already shooed them out. I love them, but I don't want to encourage them to be in there. I don't need a room filled with cat poop and fleas.