Pat Ten

All along I’ve been living with Sam’s comforting mantra in my mind, “they’re kittens, they’re not that strong”. Well that no longer holds true. The boys are feelin’ stronger every day, as the song goes.Saturday they had breached the barricade between the kitchen and the front door. They figured out how to jam their claws in the corkboard and vault over. Yikes! This means they have access to the most sacred of all rooms – the living room! I have doubled the size of the barricade to try and hold them at bay – but it’s only a matter of time until they control every room in the house. Yesterday they figured out that if they lean on the door of your Mother’s office – the door opens! Ack! On Sunday, Sam and I took the boys on a big adventure – a trip to the backyard. At first outside was overwhelming to them. They just stood and smelled the air for the first 5 minutes. Grass was weird to walk in – it pokes your soft underbelly if you’re a kitten. But the plus is you can eat it. After a little bewilderment Rooney became very adventurous and went under the porch – this made Sam and I very nervous as I was convinced their was a raccoon under there (well, OK, there used to be – I swear!) After about a half an hour of high anxiety (for the kitten minders, not the kittens) we decided to end the experiment before we lost a kitten. I don’t know if the Big Cat can stand the stress of worrying about the welfare of outdoor cats. Sigh....