of suicidal kittens

So...since today is my late grandmother's birthday, we went to the cemetery to pay our respects. And just as we were about to leave, two little kittens were right in the middle of the path, mewling pathetically. We cooed at them, of course, the kitties being cute. But then, my sister had to jokingly say, "Can we bring them home?" just as we were about to enter the car, and I think the kittens can speak Human so they followed us and HID UNDER THE CAR. And my uncle was like, "come on, come on -- let's go!" while my sister and my aunt and I were all, "NO THERE ARE KITTIES UNDER THE CAR!!!"

It took my uncle and I almost ten minutes to coax, cajole, and threaten the kittens to get out. They simply refused to leave and when we finally left them far, far away from the car as humanly (catly?) possible, we practically ran back so the kitties won't be intimately acquainted with our tires and the pavement at the same time.

Of course, all throughout the debacle, my brother was just looking at us with a WTF look on his face. :D