Zipping up

In particular, I miss the way they hear the first creak as I start up the stairs, and go bounding past me to arrive at the top first. As they zip by, I think: "...there's one!...and there's two!..."

From Albuquerque...

From hundreds of miles away, I hear that one of the two has been sick, and that Meera has come out of hiding and wants to be pet...

I miss their company.

2 glorious hours...

...in which to slowly wake up, sipping my tea and reading my book...

...were not to be.

Spills in the foster room, a water dish that desperately needed cleaning, unpotted dirt all over the living room floor. Turns out tin foil around the base of a plant isn't as effective as a kitten mistress could hope. At least, not with these two.

Kittens say, wake up earlier, fool!

She's dreaming jungly stripéd dreams

Use #345,607 for a kitty webcam

Mornings, I find holes in the ultra-thick, ultra-ugly brown living room curtains. Tiny pinprick holes, the size of, hmmmm, kitten claws...

But I never see them attack the curtains. Innocent until proven guilty, they say.

Infrequent guest

Our Buddy-like buddy hasn't been back in awhile, and we think maybe four cats is too much for him to handle. Two he could talk to, three was a bit much, but four? Well, now that's just going too far.

KP

Breakfast time. Defense time. Scan the counters, scan the floor, great distraction needed, gotta protect the food. String? Old. Dead leaf? Wouldn't last a minute. Aha! Bottlecap! Will this work?

I toss it.

Meerakai go bounding off, two tails and eight legs, 36 whiskers and who-knows-how-many stripes, I'm left alone in the kitchen.

Success is sweet; breakfast is mine, all MINE!

Linen impressions

Limp as a ragdoll