Cutsie titles like that make me want to stick my fingers down my throat. I only did it in case there are others like me out there and I could annoy them.
The kittens are now 17 weeks old and still give us lots of smiles. They have stopped sleeping on our feet and now sleep on top of the wardrobe, at least until they get cold.
It was pouring rain this morning but they wanted to go outside until they were outside then they didn't. We were upstairs on the computers so they climbed the grapevine to the balcony and two very wet and bedraggled kitties meowed at the balcony screen door to be let in. We took pity on them.
Several weeks ago, I bought them little ping pong ball cat toys with rattles inside which they played with until they lost them all. so I bought them little soft sponge golf ball toys. They love these and only yesterday did they finally disappear though they will likely turn up.
Tigritsa claimed the yellow one as hers and Bonya was left with the pink one. She would growl ferociously when she was worrying it. She walked past my chair carrying it and I reached down and touched her so she growled at me too. She carried it around with her for days, took it outside, brought it to bed and all.
The other morning I found the yellow ball in the dry food dish and the pink ball in the canned food dish. They had put their toys away when they were done with them. Didn't get a picture and they didn't do it again.
Sunday, Vladik and I were sitting on one couch and Raia and Tanya on the other, visiting. Vladik had been petting the kittens earlier but they got bored and left. Then they decided they needed a nap and came back, and without so much as a by-your-leave, hopped up on his lap, curled up and went to sleep. Raia does not like cats so I told Vladik he could come and play with the kittens anytime he wanted. That got a chuckle from him.
Side story about their five-year-old granddaughter, Sonja. Her parents are renovating their flat so they sent Sonja to visit them for two weeks. Then she went to Azov Sea with her other grandmother. Raia said she slept for three days. Vladik had taken Sonja to buy new shoes. When they got home she said to her grandfather, "You know, I don't think I have a simple dress to wear with these new shoes". They learn fast.
The kittens are now 17 weeks old and still give us lots of smiles. They have stopped sleeping on our feet and now sleep on top of the wardrobe, at least until they get cold.
It was pouring rain this morning but they wanted to go outside until they were outside then they didn't. We were upstairs on the computers so they climbed the grapevine to the balcony and two very wet and bedraggled kitties meowed at the balcony screen door to be let in. We took pity on them.
Several weeks ago, I bought them little ping pong ball cat toys with rattles inside which they played with until they lost them all. so I bought them little soft sponge golf ball toys. They love these and only yesterday did they finally disappear though they will likely turn up.
Tigritsa claimed the yellow one as hers and Bonya was left with the pink one. She would growl ferociously when she was worrying it. She walked past my chair carrying it and I reached down and touched her so she growled at me too. She carried it around with her for days, took it outside, brought it to bed and all.
The other morning I found the yellow ball in the dry food dish and the pink ball in the canned food dish. They had put their toys away when they were done with them. Didn't get a picture and they didn't do it again.
Sunday, Vladik and I were sitting on one couch and Raia and Tanya on the other, visiting. Vladik had been petting the kittens earlier but they got bored and left. Then they decided they needed a nap and came back, and without so much as a by-your-leave, hopped up on his lap, curled up and went to sleep. Raia does not like cats so I told Vladik he could come and play with the kittens anytime he wanted. That got a chuckle from him.
Side story about their five-year-old granddaughter, Sonja. Her parents are renovating their flat so they sent Sonja to visit them for two weeks. Then she went to Azov Sea with her other grandmother. Raia said she slept for three days. Vladik had taken Sonja to buy new shoes. When they got home she said to her grandfather, "You know, I don't think I have a simple dress to wear with these new shoes". They learn fast.
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Aw! Thanks for topping up my "cute" levels today. :-)
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome.
DeleteMy but they're bigger than I expected. Tempus fidgets and all that, I guess. We bought an adult harness for our Brewsky when he was a tiny kitten, thinking that we would take him for short walks someday (he's an indoor-only cat). Yesterday, we decided that the moment had come (after all, he's three years old), but to our dismay, the medium-size harness was too small. We never dreamed when we got Brewsky that he would be a 14-pounder someday. In fact, I assumed for no reason other than that I wanted it that way, that he would be little cat. Part of the reason we got him was that we were tired of dogs and ready for something that would be less trouble, and, to me, less trouble, meant less big. Oh, well, what to do? I could run him through the dryer on hot to see if he shrinks, but I'm doubtful that it would work, so I think we'll try trading his harness for a bigger one.
ReplyDeleteThat is a big cat. You have had Brewsky for three years already? I have never walked a cat. Tried herding them a few times...
DeleteI think Brewsky will be three next month (Peggy would know for sure), but we got him in December (of that, I'm sure, because our schnauzer had died two days earlier). I've seen two people walking cats, but it was more a case of putting a harness on the cat, and following the cat wherever it led. Peggy plays with Brewsky with strings and ribbons, and he will often hold one end in his mouth and lead her around the house. As for herding cats, I should think a blue heeler could so, but mine was blind by the time Brewksky came along, so the only thing she ever got to herd was rabbits.
DeleteI remember when you got Brewsky. I thought the name was so great.
DeleteIn regards to your impassioned love for cuteness, why not rename your blog "Ye Olde Doddery Foddery Bloggery? Women tend to love it when men do cute things, so you would at least find favor with your female readers, and Rob Bear and I would still come round no matter what.
ReplyDeleteNow that is an upchuck title. I already have too many female friends on FaceBook and so forth, according to trusted sources.
DeleteMy kitten's are getting up there in age, a few of them may die before I do, such is life.
ReplyDeleteOur Kuchma is also getting up in years, for an outdoor cat. I wish we could bring him inside but he will not use a litter box and has begun spraying more than usual since the kittens arrived.
DeleteLove cats
ReplyDeletethe Ol'Buzzard