They have turned from:
darlings to devils
dainty to destructive
delicate to dominant
delightful to distressing
The list could go on and on...but basically, the more demolishing they do, the more dismayed I have become and long for them to disappear.
What do they do, you ask?
They CLIMB everything ...
the shower curtains
the regular curtains
the roman shades
even right up my body...nothing like feeling a cats claws grip the back of your jeans and make their way up your back.
Another of my favorites...
Orangi likes to climb up the back of my laundry room door.
I'll never forget the first time I rounded the corner with a load of fresh towels in my arms and found her staring at me.
I'm pretty sure I will need one of her nine lives to extend mine after that.
They have been helpful in one way over the last week though. Jerry has been out of town which makes me sleep very light, if at all. I've found that any little noise I've heard I've been able to easily dismiss by blaming it on the cats.
Yep, that is pretty much the only positive I can think of at the moment.
Oh, yes. Then there is the subject of the litter box. Oh my! I would rather change the diapers of ten babies than the litter box of two cats. I scoop it daily and that just about does me in. Their waste used to fill one large Dickey's cup, but now friends, it fills THREE. Absolutely degrading.
I've joked with Jerry that maybe we should try for a third...at least I wouldn't be allowed to change the litter box for nine months!
But that is all about to change...they are getting fixed this week and then we are moving. And when we move into the new house, they are getting the biggest litter box ever. It is called the backyard, the front yard....heck, the neighbor's yard. I don't care!
Yep, the once abandoned feral kittens are returning to the outdoors.
I'm just hoping they don't find my window to meow at in the middle of the night.