kitten chronicles part 15

Curiosity killed the cat. Or so the saying goes. In the case of my two young charges curiosity motivates the cat. Today I was downstairs in the basement happily ironing my shirt for work and who proudly strolls into the room head held high? Rufus. He was practically beaming with pride. How did you get down here?, I demanded. Well, Sam and I couldn't help noticing that he's getting bigger and stronger than his black and white brother. We were right. Now he can jump over the formcore poster of Bill Lambeer (the famous 7 foot centre for the Detroit Pistons known for blocking shots - but apparently not kittens). I knew this day would come. Then to compound matters when I got upstairs, somehow Rooney, not to be outdone by his brother had gotten into the livingroom. The Horror! The Horror! I think it's because he's fast and somehow scurried past me when I was dealing with the Enbridge Service guy who was working on the AC this morning. He too was proud. he'd already knocked over the Rolling Stone magazines from the coffee table and the cushions on the couch. What fun! So what was the flummoxed Big Cat to do now that he's been outsmarted? Sigh. I took down the barier to the basement - still hoping I could keep them out of the livingroom. As I left for work two very excited kittens proudly ventured down the basement stairs. I'm verklempt!