I’m about at my wit’s end with Bob, the kitten. This past weekend I could hear him but couldn’t find him. He sounded distressed, so I searched and found him in a middle drawer in the kitchen cabinet. I don’t know how he got in there because it was a trick getting him out. Then, as I was starting a load of laundry while my back was turned, he managed to get into the washer. He could probably use a bath, but I’m not sure he would have appreciated it. My house plants may never be the same. I was just getting good at keeping them alive until he came to live with us. He is always into...