Yep, she's movin' 'em....
Immediately Nina runs up, whereupon Bella drops said kitten, screeching on the floor while she dispatches Nina back to the library with several well placed swats to the nose, eyes and general facial area while I scoop up the little mite and head back upstairs with it. I meet Bella coming back upstairs where I have replaced the kitten. She immediately retrieves it and heads off down the stairs again...neatly avoiding my attempts to prevent her.
What I didn't notice is that she's apparenlty already moved one without me realizing it. Great. Just ducky. So I follow her downstairs, only she's nowhere to be seen. But I can hear them. Aha...over the couch and behind the side in between the couch and the grandfather clock. Okay, what kind of whacked out plan is this? How's she planning to nurse them stacked up on each other like that? No clue. I retrieve both kittens and head back up the stairs, with Bella hot on my heels.
So instead of going to work, I'm sitting on the floor in the upstairs hallway, soothing Bella, trying to get her to relax. I think though, since she now knows that Nina is inside, she will stay put. She has hated NIna since she gave birth the first time. This does, however, present another problem. How to keep nosey Nina downstairs now that she knows there are tender morsels known as kittens upstairs? Bella has to leave them to eat and relieve herself. Nina is a sneaky lil' bitch. Gods, surely she wouldn't...EAT them....would she? I don't want to find out.
Now Mojo is caterwauling again, and Bella is showing signs of upset ....she's worried about her boy. Jeez....this is just not funny at all. This time it's his ear. Apparently he caught the wasp that was in the window...or rather the wasp caught him. Sure enough, the wasp in in my chair - good thing I was looking!! Got Mojo in the ear I think...from the way he's crying and shaking his head and scratching the ear, oh well, at least it wasn't the fucking HUGE hornet on the OUTSIDE of the window. I've got exactly two or three drops of valerian, so I grab a dropper and dose him real quick. After about ten minutes, he's still shaking his head, but no longer crying and he let me put garlic drops in. Poor baby. Momma's sick and now he's being a boy and getting stung by a wasp. Poor baby is sitting in the window, but with his face pressed to the corner on the cool marble window sill.This is why I didn't have any more kids folks.....I'm ready to take 'em all to the shelter and leave them there.....
Work is quite out of the question now. Robb will just have to knash his teeth......I'm out of valerian, AND now spearmint, but hey the house doesn't smell like cat afterbirth, and Mojo has learned an important new lesson abou the flying insects. I guess my lesson will be how to stretch four day's pay into five......shit.