Part Cat

First day with live witnesses to bizarre kitten behaviour. Lee and Bee arrived for dinner last night and beat me home. This meant new human stimulation for the boys. Very exciting. It also meant that they ran around like little furry speed-freaks for over 3 hours with predictable results. By the 2nd period (or for those of you following ANTM – the first elimination) Rooney was completely bagged and was sleeping peacefully on the couch beside Lee. This of course meant it was the perfect time for an attack by Rufus. My witnesses can attest to the fury of the popular Attack the Fort game. When they were leaving Rooney and Rufus were both biting each others heads and pummeling the other guys’ face with their back paws. Much EEEKKING!! Both the boys were so exhausted by the intensity of 3 hours of non-stop fighting (with occasional breaks to jab their tiny razor-sharp claws into Bee’s leg through her tights) plus the excitement of the Hab’s and Krista’s victory they feel asleep on the couch. Not curled up like kittens. But stretched out like miniature lions. As I went upstairs to bed Rufus opened one eye to watch the Big Cat depart. But he couldn’t keep it open. Night, boys.