Living with Kittens

[the_wanlorn]

I got woken up quite a few times last night. First of all, Mum thought it would be a brilliant idea to give them a ball to play with. A ball with a bell inside to play with. Yeah. I couldn't find it before I went to bed, so I just left it. Much stupid is I. ;-) Also, there's a plastic bag on my bed that they just have to get into. I turned it around eventually, so they couldn't get to the opening and hoped that would make them leave it alone. Nope. And it's right next to my head, too. My hands apparently make excellent toys. As do my feet. *displays scratched-up hands to prove it* I got woken up sometime around dawn. Not by being bit. Not by being scratched. Not by the damned ball. Not by eight feet flying across me. But by two kittens PURRING AS LOUD AS THEY POSSIBLY COULD in my ear. One of them came flying up the side of my bed I don't sleep on and ran FULL SPEED onto my face. Onto. Not into, onto. All day while I was in the room yesterday they stayed away from the bed. Never once did they go on it, except when I put them there cuz they were trying to eat my fingers while typing. As soon as I'm trying to go to sleep? The bed becomes their playground! But I still love 'em. :-)

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[(Anonymous)]

Scenes from the Playroom


Now Lucy with her family of dolls
Disfigures Mother with an emery board,
While Charles, with match and rubbing alcohol,
Readies the struggling cat, for Chuck is bored.

The young ones pour more ink into the water
Through which the latest goldfish gamely swims,
Laughing, pointing at naked, neutered Father.
The toy chest is a Buchenwald of limbs.

Mother is so lovely: Father, so late.
The cook is off, yet dinner must go on.
With onions as her only cause for tears,
She hacks the red meat from the slippery bone,
Setting the table, where the children wait,
Her grinning babies, clean behind the ears.

R. S.Gwynn

[iheartmunkies.livejournal.com]

Mokey likes plastic bags too. Including FULL trash bags that make noise from the happy meal toy you're throwing away in addition to the nasty plastic bag sound.

And a cat running into your face would be funny.

I miss mokey being a kitten!