Oh, to be a kitten. Spending most of the day sleeping, only waking up to eat or lick or play or drink from the fish bowl. No responsibilities like the dogs have: no barking at strangers, no cleaning up the after-meal mess on the floor (although they'll help), no chasing away rabbits and squirrels and snakes.
Being a kitten can be lots of fun. They make a game of tripping me down the steps. They make sure I am never alone in the laundry room, kitchen, or crapper. When I had the stomach flu on Thanksgiving Day, the kittens never left my side in bed. And, my goodness, the mischief they find:
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| Sheldon resting in our bags hanging on the banister. |
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| Sheldon resting in a toy box. |
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| And, of course, Sheldon resting in a box. |
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Penny has her share of adventures, too:
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| Penny was very interested in our Halloween craft. |
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| Penny climbing the Christmas tree for the first of many times. |
Having a kitten is like having a toddler that you can spray with a squirt gun when it's naughty. We do love our kittens, though, and I think they maybe like us a little bit, too.
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