the kitten chronicles - part 113

The days are getting shorter and the birds hungrier. I fill up the bird feeder so they boys can watch the Nature Channel from their chair in front of the back door. And the feeder is empty by the end of the day. The fur-faces look at me imploringly. "Why aren't any birds coming, Big Cat?" Then they lose interest and go to the basement to root through Sam's stuff. The boxes and bits of furniture form a maze that gives them a new playground. One sits on top of Sam's bookshelf and the other leaps up a set of 3 boxes -hop-hop-hop and chases him down. This results in the occasional crashing sound when one of Sam's pots is knocked out of a box to the floor. But no real damage to anything. So play on, lads, play on. The challenge is to keep bringing new stuff into
the house to stimulate them. Of course, I'm trying to go in the opposite direction and remove clutter. Less obstacles means a faster race boys. They already have a favourite track from the living room to the TV room at incredibly high speed which ends in the rug sliding into the china cupboard and furry bodies experiencing multiple roll-overs like a car crash. With all this dramatic
stuff going on it's very hard to focus on America's Next Top Model. But I do. I'm a champion focuser. xxx dad