Part Seben

The Big Cat is a Deadbeat Dad! It’s true. He stays out all night catting around and comes home smelling of beer and peanuts. Still the boys give their warm greeting, Eek!And then run circles around my feet. Rooney has watched his brother and learned. Climbing up the Big Cat’s jeans as he tries to read his mail in the dark is fun. Each kitten has his own leg to climb and they race up to waist height before they are carefully removed. Everything is exciting when you’re a kitten. The sound of their litter box being scooped out brings them running to play in that same litter box as the Big Cat tries to improve the air quality in the house. What with lilacs, blooming hoyas and scented kitty litter, the place smells like the perfume department at the Bay gone horribly wrong. The boys don’t care, they just want to play in the litter box. I’ve noticed something about their kitten food, too. When you pour it in the bowl it’s big and puffed up. And when it sits in the bowl all day it seems to dry out and become tiny and hard. Odd. The boys like their kitten chow fresh and puffed up so I’m constantly refilling their bowl.. Soon they will be bigger than the Big Cat – then the trouble will start. EeK!