Between my new PC (which I am still figuring out, and which apparently does not like the wireless connection in MY house, but NICK'S house if just fine, whatever Toshiba, you are just high-maintenance), and buying more mulch for our garden from a really rude business (probably will not be going back), and stressing over the kittens not yet being adopted and the fact that I really need to get my rear in gear and find an internship/job in nursing, and losing and then finding my cell phone, I have a lot to write about but nothing comes to mind.
Therefore!
Have some kittens. (No, seriously. Adopt one! Or two!)
How CAN you resist? These kittens are soooo freaking adorable I can hardly stand it! Cordy, Riley, and Oz all snuggle together, kicking the poor dogs off of the dog bed.
Oz and Cordy looking sweet as . . . um . . .kittens.
Cordelia embodies the "curiosity" part of the kitten personality. This girl will NOT stay out of places like garages, sinks, fridges . . . and also ROOFS.
Two nights ago I went up to bed and realized that my cat Io had pushed open my parents screen balcony door to go out on the roof. He likes to explore at night. Well. The kittens FOLLOWED HIM OUT.
Freaking out only a little bit, thinking of owls and falling off the roof, I start calling the kittens. My two orange babies ran back within a few minutes and I gave them (threw them) at my dad before shutting the door and going out on the roof myself, as Oz was MIA.
He materialized, saw me, and then started running on the roof to the far side, waaay away from me! I spent about five minutes trying to entice that darn kitten to come to me, and finally, he ran from me over to the screen door. I opened it and he BOLTED inside, before disappearing under my bed so I couldn't put him in the kitten's room. *sigh*
I took the two orange tabbies downstairs before returning for Oz, calling for my brother Troy to come and help. Oz sprinted past both of us, down the stairs, and into the living room before disappearing again. We were searching the house (even upstairs, this kitten is FAST), when we saw him bolting past us towards the office. He was practically a blur as he sped by. He then disappeared again!
Troy finally found him hiding behind the dryer. It took us another few minutes to get him out of there (first tried enticing toys, but then gave in and poked his butt with a cat toy until he came out) and he was all bummed that we were making him go to bed and stop playing.
Troy pretty much summed that kitten up by what he said that night.
"He has mad ninja skills!"