the kitten chronicles - half century

What happens when you have to write a blog on a slow kitten news day? No, the kittens aren't slow - the news is. Some might argue that every day is a slow news day when kittens are the subject, but they don't read this blog. So here's the status. The boys are happy. They purr when I iron my shirt. The purr when I put on my shoes. They even purr when I aim the the sprayer at them when they're on the kitchen counter. "Eek, don't shoot! I'm purring." And they haven't destroyed anything in 2 days. Even the scars on my shins are completely gone. What did Julie write about when she was executing some minor Julia Child recipe that wasn't that interesting? You know, like say, hard boiled eggs? I know,bitter fights with her husband! Damn, that's not going to work for the Big Cat. For now peace is in the valley. As I left for work, the boys perched on the top of the two chairs eyeing me through the living room window. Was it my paranoia or was there a gleam in their eyes? Could be trouble tonight. Stand bye. xxx dad