Kits Grow Into Cats
This morning I noticed that my kittens weren't as... kittenish anymore. There were morning when putting on a long sleeve sweater meant I became a chew toy, days when skittering feet and anxious little claws shredding innocent furniture were the soundtrack of my life, and moments when an exhausted kit would suddenly flop down in an attack of nap.
Now they wait by the door for me to come home rather than try escape. Emi still sleeps on my head and chews on my nose but she no longer delights in climbing the book shelves and knocking everything off. Pollo has decided that she's punished the couch enough, gives her scratch post a half-hearted clawing now and then. She sits like an old man in the office chair, dozing occasionally.
I have to say, I like havings cats better than kits!
Now they wait by the door for me to come home rather than try escape. Emi still sleeps on my head and chews on my nose but she no longer delights in climbing the book shelves and knocking everything off. Pollo has decided that she's punished the couch enough, gives her scratch post a half-hearted clawing now and then. She sits like an old man in the office chair, dozing occasionally.
I have to say, I like havings cats better than kits!