Part Three

Had a Pilot meeting last night so I got home at 9:15 – very late for the boys. Still no accidents. Pheeeeeeew. Now with less “play time” ‘til my 11 p.m. Bedtime, everything is compressed. The boys are super energetic and charge around play fighting all over the room – it’s like they’ve been sleeping all day. They run up and down my legs (I change into my “cat suit” - long-sleeved sweatshirt (to fend off scratches) and jeans they like to climb up. Oooopps! no socks. Now, I have scratch marks on my ankles. The boys are too rev’d up to lie down on top of me – it’s fightin’ time! A favourite past time that never gets old is “Kitten in a box”.One kitten goes in the box we brought them in the car with. Then the other kitten tries to attack the “fort”. Sometimes he just charges in the cardboard door I made and tries to bowl over his brother. This tact is always accompanied by a fearsome squeek EEEKKK! To startle the other guy. Or the other tactic is to surprise the guy inside the box by climbing in over the top and jumping on him – very effective!This morning only Rooney was on the step asleep when I came out of the bedroom. As soon as the door made a sound Rufus charged us the steps to greet me – I guess he’s the early riser of the pair.