"Boys, boys,crazy boys", I sing to the kittens and snap my fingers in homage to West Side Story. And crazy, fluff-headed boys they are. One is biting the other's neck as the other bites his neck - it's a battle to the death! How did I end up in an all male household? I know nothing of this. I've always prided myself on having girls. Much more intelligent and sensible! I remember taking Sam and Bee to the wading pool along with 2 Tinkler boys. As my girls calmly swam around, Matt and Sean hit each other over the head with plastic sand buckets. Boys, so primitive. Yet, here I am the Mayor of Boys Town. Last night they destroyed the
bathroom. They tore down the towels and senselessly battered the hanging string that rolls up and down the blinds, hurling their little feline bodies at the wall for an hour. Then, they TP-ed the washroom. An entire roll was intricately wound up and down all over the bathroom. Boys! What am I to do? Exhausted from all this chaos, the Big Cat fell asleep in the chair watching the final game of hockey of the year - until a kitten raced up the chair, perched on the top and began licking his leader's face gently waking him up. Boys.They've OK, I guess. xxxdad
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