The kittens are absolutely the cutest things in my life right now (sorry, Brian).
They started sleeping with us a couple of nights ago (a few Sundays ago Ron Howard was on the bed in the morning and had to pee; guess where he went? they didn’t spend much time on the bed after that) and it’s just so adorable being woken up after four in the morning when they decide it’s time to play. *lol*
They’re all over the bed and the bodies under the thin sheets. Brian’s feet get really hot so his feet will be out in the open, along with part of his lower legs. Little tiny kitten claws feel so good so early in the morning. Then they get to wrasslin’. And so far, they’re right up against my back when they do this type of kitten play. Oh, and don’t forget the tiny kitten squealing. There’s lots of tiny kitten squealing during the tiny kitten wrasslin’. And tiny kittens can squeal really loud.
They’re growing, they’re sweet, they’re all over the place. I started letting them outside last week and they don’t venture further than in front of the rosebushes. Grass is something new and odd to them.
This morning their mom was even outside playing a little with them. She gets spayed on the 17th, it was the first opening they had. Brian thinks she’s going into heat. She might be, she cries a lot. But she’s not crying so much so I hope Jackie didn’t get to her. *sigh*
I’m glad they live here.