Two of the four kittens are still at my house. They are patiently waiting for their new owners to come and get them. In the meantime, they are driving me KRAZEE! They are babies, I get that… but for the love of god can they stay off my curtains/ottoman/couch/dining room table/countertops/computer keyboard/dryer/tv/wii fit board/dvd player? GAWD.
And as cute as they are, hanging out by my bedroom door, sticking their little paws underneath while meowing is getting a little old. Especially at 2:30 am. But it’s way better than the “let’s fight in a paperbag all night” events. Which is really really great (by the way).