indigo_rose99

Friday T came home with kittens. Which pretty much shot any attempt at productivity for the weekend. But T totally bonded with them. Me... less so. They don't always run when I come in the room. Which is progress.

We have been keeping them in the utility room, with supervised visits to the livingroom/kitchen/dining room. All other doors have been shut. They slept in the utility room last night, and I woke them when I went upstairs for my workout. This morning I bit the bullet and opened up not just the living room but my office. They have been... kittens. Chewing on cords. But sleeping a lot more than I was afraid. And mostly following me around. So it could have been a lot worse.  I practiced yelling at them when the chewing was on something that was either dangerous to them or expensive. 

They are somewhat cute. However, I dislike the invasion of my space. The way my husband has become a space cadet who cannot finish tasks (because.... kittens!). I am surprised at how large they are. I seem to remember our last kittens being... smaller and much cuter in the beginning. These came through an animal shelter, who I suspect have rules on how young they adopt out. Our last pair came through my mother-in-law.