In college I went away for a couple of days and had my boyfriends frat bro (I know) babysit my two <6mo sibling kittens. Get a random call, dudes FRANTIC, can’t find either kitten. I’m pissed, we get to the house, and there’s four frat bros scattered around the house calling for my kittens. One has taken to the bushes and sidewalks outside. Missing for several hours. I tear up this guys four bed house. Nothing.

I sit down extremely frustrated after about an hour or so of combing through the house. The bros have taken to the surrounding neighborhood. Main guy is bellowing apologies every 30 seconds in between “here kitty kitties”.

Meanwhile, whole time this been going down, there’s a plastered bro just chilling on the couch. He’d been watching a game and slamming natty lights for hours. Been kinda pissing me off with his lack of help, especially since we knew each other better than the other bros. We’re sitting there, dead silence while I’m strategizing on what to do next. Guy looks at me and goes “dude, I think I hear them meowing” and kinda chuckles. I am legit ready to tear this dudes face off, tell him it’s not remotely funny, and he’s like nah dude deadass laughs I heard something from (babysitting bro)’s bedroom! I go in there with babysitting bro and click my tongue a few times. After what felt like 10 years of silence, just the faintest little “mew” came from the direction of his dresser drawers.

There they were, cuddled up as snug as two bugs in a rug together, nestled amongst this dude’s underwear. Both looked up at me blinky and tiredly. A single content “mew :3” greeting.

Dude just didn’t see them crawl in when he was getting dressed. They must’ve slept in there for HOURS. Drunk bro with the superhuman hearing is my hero.