I adopted two female litter-mates, kittens about three months of age, at the end of July. They have been my reason for living and simultaneously the bane of my existence since that time.
As an example supporting my assertion above: I just returned to my computer after a very brief absence to find one of them lounging on the keyboard. Upon prying kitty off said device, I made the discovery that she had not only contacted Hanoi during my hiatus, but was in the process of joining the Communist Party... all in the space of about a minute and a half!! I have trouble figuring out how to do a spell check, AND I have a Master's degree. So who do you think really runs this show??
Sophie
Two little kittens can make sounds comparable to an eight man demolition team. They seem to excel at this especially during the early morning hours of 1 AM through 5 AM. They particularly enjoy leaping around in the bathtub where the shower curtain can be made into strips, and gnawing the wooden bottom of the entertainment center, an enterprise that sounds as if there are 27 beavers down there in the process of building a replacement dam for the 29th ward of New Orleans. And nothing tickles them more than doing canonballs from the top of anything (as long as it's sufficiently high) onto the stomach of someone deep in sleep. That last one always has them rolling around on the floor for hours, chortling. It defines the height of cat humor (or the depths, if you are their human).
But when the little darlings are sleeping with their legs twined around each other, my heart is reduced to syrupy liquid love for them no matter what heinous activity they'd been involved in just prior.
Lili
Sophie and Lili
Lili and Sophie
Lili/Sophie
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