Morning recess

They roam the apartment; they have found my fake tree. No, munchkins, those xmas lights are not toe holds.

Brat chooses to stay curled up in his open carrier on the couch, but keeps one eye open as they sniff closer to his perch. Meera's tiny face appears from behind the bookcase, and the living room furniture swells to gargantuan proportion.

Just now they're stalking each other. Kai gets a running start, leaps high at Meera with front paws stiffened and extended. Both of them make a questing, ripply noise as they play. Kai hears it come from behind the big bookcase, and crouches low. His head stills, his pupils widen, his rear waggles--the tension is just too much!...and then he walks away to sniff at a spot on the floor.

Brat has emerged to sit on my lap. He watches for a moment as the rambunctious young'uns leap over bags, crash land into chair legs, and scuff against the slidey slippy floor. Then he turns around and shambles back to the quiet, warm, safe, small carrier. He hasn't been eating much lately, not even fish & shrimp FF; is it the stress of the newbies?

This morning in the back bedroom: puddles of wet, an overturned pitcher, soggy rolls of beloved old posters, and a box made damp through-and-through. Giant water-baby prints everywhere. Now who in her right mind would leave a pitcherful of wet in a roomful of kittens?