The Advetures of Mojo and Micajah verses the Poop Thief
My new kittens Micajah (white paws, stripes and patches, violent temperament) and Mojo (tiny tabbico with spots and some stripes, slightly less homicidal tendency) are pictured above, napping peacefully. This is not what they look like now. I'd show you a picture of what they are doing now, but they are literally racing around the house so fast, all I see is blue and red Doppler Effect streaks.
They always get a little wound up when I clean the litter boxes. Mostly, I have to confess this with a wicked grin, because I sing a certain song while I'm cleaning. I sing the song of The Poop Thief, and it gets them so wound up it is hilarious.
With expressions of great offense on their small, cute, furry faces, they watch me scoop out the boxes and put in clean litter. Then they race around, biting the shit out of anything that moves, mostly each other, and track through the clean litter.
Afterward, there are kitty treats to be had, and nap time when they finally exhaust themselves.
Above, Mojo knows the Three Foot Rule regarding the Comfy Chair.
Sleeping peacefully, now that they have tired of gnawing on each others ears and tails. Micajah is on top (as usual).