Although the kittens are loving life in the cat room, I’ve started taking them back upstairs to be with us at night. It’s just part of their training to be loving and social cats. Okay, maybe everyone doesn’t want their cat sleeping with them, but I do. Last night, for example, I had Basia, Taiba, Dilan, Rand, Zeke, Keona, and Ohanna all in bed with us. Yes, it was a bit crowded
but I like it that way.
The downside of sleeping with kittens is they wake up much earlier than I do. At 4:30 in the morning they are wide awake and the games commence. It’s not quite so bad once they get a little older, but the young kittens wake up ready to PLAY! And so four little bodies run across the bed. They dive off the sides of the bed. They jump at the sides of the bed and climb back up. They pounce on each other and get into ferocious wrestling matches on the bed. Since they are just learning important things like not to bite so hard when playing, there are inevitably squeaks and howls of protest when one of them gets too rough. And through it all, us humans are merely hills to be jumped on and over, as well as providing good places to hide. And should we move, we’re just another toy to be attacked and conquered.
Once I give up and get up to take my bath, the action moves from the bed to the bathroom. Oh, they still run into the bedroom from the bathroom as part of the games, but the action is centered in the bathroom and it’s a wonder I don’t sit in the tub half the morning laughing at them. They dash in circles around the toilet, chasing each other. They climb on the wire shelves beside the bathtub and knock over bath gels and other bottles. They attempt to jump up on the side of the tub, then complain when they fail. They hop around in the sideways, puffed up style of ferocious kittens before hopping onto one of their unsuspecting siblings. One goes to hide behind the door, while another bats at him or her under the door from the other side. They race out into the bedroom only to come on a tear back, sliding on the vinyl floor as they try to stop. Two who are hopping around daring the other to attack get ambushed by a third who was hiding around the corner of the vanity. The action never stops.
Once I’m ready for work in the morning, I call them to follow me downstairs. They are still figuring out what my calling “babies!” means, so sometimes I have to gather them up and carry them to the stop of the stairs. Once there, they seem to understand we are all going downstairs and sometimes beat me down. Of course, I’m being careful not to step on anyone (not just the kittens, but any of the other half dozen cats who are headed down with us) and they aren’t as they plunge excitedly down the stairs. We then all head for the cat room where breakfast will be served in short order.
And so starts a normal day at LostWoods…
The kittens have been venturing further afield every day. A recent fun place to visit and nap is the laundry room. They are no longer frightened by the washer and dryer and like to nap in the basket I left in there for the cats when they are sent to “jail.” Yes, the laundry room is the jail when naughty cats make too big of pests of themselves when we’re trying to fix a meal. The other really fun thing in the laundry room is the dollhouse. I went in there Saturday to put a load of clothes in to dry and three little girls heads peaked out at me from windows of the dollhouse. Here are Ohanna and Isadora.

Tomorrow night is picture night. Hopefully they will all cooperate and I’ll have some cute new pictures of my mischievous kittens.