As usual, the hubs had other ideas and sometimes arguing isn’t worth it. (I kid…not really.) So the Friday before the marathon, these two twerps came home:
M is the light coloured one, Pre the other. (Guess the ‘origin’ of their names…win a prize?)
The eldest 4 legged resident, Goose, wasn’t real pleased about it. He is coming around but I still think he hopes a black hole will open up and swallow them.
I forgot how….fun…kittens are. There is a lot of serious running around going on and friggin’ cat toys everywhere. (they were given to us from the person we got them from) The conversation in the house is a lot of:
- “where is M/Pre/Goose?”
- ‘Don’t go in there / Get out of there!!”
- “Don’t jump on me!” (I’ve been used as a climbing post 5 times to date)
- “You guys are hunger again?!”
- “Be quiet or you will wake them up!”
We have a giant ‘bed’ for them and yet they insist on squishing into the small one.
As you can see, Pre is the most mellow fellow thus far with little modesty.
So yet again, the humans are outnumbered. If I could get ANY of them to use a vaccum, my life would be complete.