Clark has fallen into the toilet TWICE now because he is so desperate to explore it.
He has also fallen over the side of the tub while I was showering. His little eyes went so wide when he realized that water was falling from the sky.
Lewis also has gone "swimming" in the toilet. Mind you, we keep the toilet lid down in general. But in that two seconds after a poor, unsuspecting soul LIFTS the lid with the intention of using the camode for its intended purpose, BAM! Kitten.
|A sleepy Nellie paws up my leg.|
|Lewis shows that string who's boss.|
|Clark vanquishes his arch-nemesis, the vacuum.|
Of course, when you have needy kittens in the house, it's easy to talk about nothing else, but the other animals' lives are continuing on as well.
The cats are more likely to come downstairs and interact with us, instead of napping the afternoon away.
Thomas has proven that he is actually quite fond of table scraps, thank you very much. Now that he's learning that we're not going to flip out and start hitting him with brooms, he's gotten kind of cheeky about it. Sometimes, he'll jump up onto the table and just walk over to your plate like he owns it, and as we've learned the hard way, he is more than happy to help himself if you don't move fast enough!
|Thomas and Jeff have a "conversation" about whose dinner it really is.|
And I feel super-guilty about this, but Maera had a birthday! Last Saturday, in fact. And not only did I not remark on it, but I completely forgot about it. In my defense, we'd JUST gotten the bad news about the kittens, we were on vacation and therefore not looking at a calendar, AND my folks drove out from Missouri to visit us that weekend. Maera has forgiven us. I got her a stuffy today to make up for it, which entertained her for all of... oh, 30 minutes. ANYWAY. Happy Birthday, Maera! She turned three years old.
A certain tranquility has descended upon the house. Oh, we're insanely busy. There's far too much going on, and I went back to work this week. But the animals have reached a certain peace with one another. Every once in awhile, it will erupt into sniping - usually Bit v. Thomas, but every once in awhile it's Bit v. Annie. Or maybe Annie v. Thomas.
But overall, I'm very pleased with how everyone is getting along.
In closing, everyone keep your fingers crossed for our FeLV+ foster kittens. I would love for these little love-bugs to get homes regardless of their retrovirus, and know for a fact that it doesn't HAVE to mean a death sentence for them. We need all of the good thoughts, prayers, and positive vibes that you can send us!