kitten chronicles - part 19

Blogspot is all blogged out this morning - but the chronicles must go on! This can be transferred later to it's proper home. So yesterday, I walk out onto the tennis court in my 70's style Jerry West NBA shorts and Ravi says, "Oh my God, what happened to your legs?" I'd quite forgotten that I am now hideously deformed thanks to my small house guests. "Kittens". I replied. "More like wolverines", he observed. Then he said something that made me think, something along the lines of "Oh, you're becoming a parent again..." Interesting. Never thought of it that way. Does this mean I'll be combing the streets of Leaside at 3 in the morning on Saturday nights searching desperately for Rufus, like I did with Samantha? Or pulling Rooney out of the Wally for drinking under age like I did with Stephanie? And what of my rather lenient style of parenting, could this be a chance to try a new stricter tact? Maybe this time impose curfews and have a schedule for washing dishes and cutting the lawn. One look at my heavily scabbed shins suggested to Ravi that I was a pretty piss poor disciplinarian. Can a Big Cat change his spots? Not bloody likely. Meet you at the Wally for a pint, Rooney, oh and tell Roo-face he's buying. xxx dad