the kitten chronicles - part 119

The boys enjoy captivity. They happily leap into their cage. What the heck, it's just another grand adventure to them. We were off the the kindly cat doctor again for another round of shots. These fur-faces will soon be able to survive anything - plague, ebola, anthrax even cooties. Which is more than you can say for the Big Cat. Brought them back to the house and Gorrette marvelled, "They are sooooo big!" "Once there were just leeetle paws sticking out under the study door, now they are lions, no?" Well, yes. They think they're lions. They try to one-up each other in how high they can perch. To be able to spot their prey, of course. And in a weird turn of events Rufus now curls up in the giant Betty bowl on the dining room table. Kind of a kitty casserole. Just needs a flakey pastry top. Rufus would probably be OK with going in the oven, too. So warm! "This is even cosier than that cat cage and the carrots and onions in here with me are delicious!" "Rooney will never find me in here in a million years!" I've just noticed that cats need a lot of exclamation marks when they speak. They could work in advertising. SAVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!! xxx dad