Mimi and Birdie do it again.

Navy curtains keep our southern/courtyard facing bedroom relatively dark. Every time I come home and turn on the lights in our bedroom, and Mimi and Birdie are cuddled together on the bed. They squint up at me with the look of teenagers who have been laying under a blanket, stretched out on a couch watching a movie in the dark of a basement rec room. It's a look that clearly says "this wasn't inappropriate until you got here."