Is it possible to die from teh cute?
I've been incapacitated for the last few days with a kidney infection. You know something's wrong when a grownup has a temperature of 102.9. Anyway, I saw the doctor on Thursday and have now had several doses of Cipro, so I'm feeling much better, thank you, and beginning to learn a lot more about pussycats, since I've been in the house with them virtually nonstop for most of this week.
1. When you're a kitten, ANYTHING can be a toy. Mom may have spent half a zillion dollars on catnip mice and jingly balls and things with feathers, but it's possible the best toy in the house (other than your sibling) will turn out to be the collapsible paper recycling bin.
2. The only thing close to as cute as a sleeping baby nestled in your arms is a sleeping kitten nestled there. I'm having a little trouble typing right now, becuase I've just been sitting for about an hour and a half almost motionless with Dinah curled up asleep in my arms. How does a 3 and a half pound creature become that heavy?
3. When Pookie and I both found ourselves awake at 3 in the morning, she was never the least bit entertaining, and there were usually noxious effluvia needing to be cleaned up. A cat and two kittens, on the other hand, almost make 3 in the morning worth seeing, especially if they're playing tag in the bathtub, and there are no noxious effluvia involved.
4. Kitten kibble tastes better than cat kibble. At least it does as far as Selina is concerned. I don't think she's touched the big cat food since the kittens arrived. And don't bother trying to feed her gooshy food, thank you, although Ollie and Dinah will deign to partake.
5. The Heir told me that when he took the kittens to the vet on Thursday, coincidentally on the same day I went to the doctor, it took him, the vet, and two attendants to manage less than 7 total pounds of kittens. They were very happy to come home; little do they know they have to go back in three weeks. Nya-ha-ha!
Bee good!
1. When you're a kitten, ANYTHING can be a toy. Mom may have spent half a zillion dollars on catnip mice and jingly balls and things with feathers, but it's possible the best toy in the house (other than your sibling) will turn out to be the collapsible paper recycling bin.
2. The only thing close to as cute as a sleeping baby nestled in your arms is a sleeping kitten nestled there. I'm having a little trouble typing right now, becuase I've just been sitting for about an hour and a half almost motionless with Dinah curled up asleep in my arms. How does a 3 and a half pound creature become that heavy?
3. When Pookie and I both found ourselves awake at 3 in the morning, she was never the least bit entertaining, and there were usually noxious effluvia needing to be cleaned up. A cat and two kittens, on the other hand, almost make 3 in the morning worth seeing, especially if they're playing tag in the bathtub, and there are no noxious effluvia involved.
4. Kitten kibble tastes better than cat kibble. At least it does as far as Selina is concerned. I don't think she's touched the big cat food since the kittens arrived. And don't bother trying to feed her gooshy food, thank you, although Ollie and Dinah will deign to partake.
5. The Heir told me that when he took the kittens to the vet on Thursday, coincidentally on the same day I went to the doctor, it took him, the vet, and two attendants to manage less than 7 total pounds of kittens. They were very happy to come home; little do they know they have to go back in three weeks. Nya-ha-ha!
Bee good!