until they do things like rip open their food bags

This morning when I fed the cats, I discovered that someone had figured out how to climb up onto the shelf where I was keeping the food, and had clawed into one of the bags. Awesome. If you're a cat.

they are still cute, though

Baby Guy, sleeping in one of the chairs in my front room.



Tear, in another chair.



Later in the afternoon, Guy joins Tear.

there is a new master in my home, and its name is SPRAY BOTTLE OF WATER

I am feeling extraordinarily guilty about using it, though. Even with cats climbing all over my kitchen counter, or clawing my bedsheets into shreds.

The first time I used it on each of them, they looked at me like, "How could you? You have betrayed us. We will find new and glorious ways to destroy your apartment when you and the evil water bottle are not present. Just saying."

the sound of me going mental

Remember when I said I would go mental if I ever found one of the cats curled up in the wash basin I use to hold dirty dishes?

'Nuff said.

(Because, you know - LITTER BOXES. And little cat paws carrying E.COLI AND PARASITES.)



For added entertainment value, above is Guy on the other end of the counter, glaring at me as if to say, "Oh yeah, punk? We OWN this counter."

moar ktnz on kntrz

I came into my (freshly cleaned, may I add) kitchen this morning to find the guys again on the kitchen counter. So help me Goddess, if I ever find one of them curled up asleep in that old-fashioned wash basin that I use to hold dirty dishes, I may go mental.



Ohhh... tomatoes...



OHHHH... OUTDOORS...



Cat ADD.



OHHHHHHHHH... OUTDOORS...



Sink.



Tear is taking the high road.



You can almost see the wheels churning. "Mebbe dangurous this waye." I did see him lick the soap, though.

ktnz on ktchn kntrz

For as long as I've had my kittens (about 2 1/2 months now), there have been horizontal surfaces that I was reasonably certain the animals could not reach, and upon which I could therefore put anything I did not want the cats to get into.

This weekend, my most crucial cat-free space - the kitchen counter - has been breached.



Here is Baby Guy on one end of the counter. Notice he can't even look me in the eye.



Stealth mission: Passing through the dish rack. Remind me never to leave anything breakable on this thing. Ever. Again.



"Houston, we have reached the sink."



Temporary descent into the sink. Oh - and if you are ever invited to be a guest in my house in the future? Be aware that I take no responsibility whatsoever for any paw-borne illnesses you may contract as a result of these guys walking all over my food preparation and clean-up area. Just saying.



Ascent from the sink.



All the interesting stuff lies ahead.



I'm not sure what's so un-cat-smelling about one of my wooden spatulas, but both cats had to rub it with the sides of their heads. "Mine."

yoga with ktnz

This morning I did yoga for the first time in several weeks. Felt good. Michelle needs yoga. Thing is, now that I have kittens, my practice is not quite so serene and straightforward as it used to be. Because now I am joined on the mat by two creatures whose sole job seems to be to totally distract me from doing any yoga at all.



Plus they're adding an unwelcome, aggressive (even violent) element to my practice, by fighting with each other on my mat.



Momentary pause to regroup.



Another attack.



Later: Even when they stop fighting, they still distract me by clawing my mat, which is apparently the world's best cat-scratch surface, based on recent experience.



What?



Doing tadasana (mountain pose), one kitten takes the opportunity to use the mat as a cloaking device.









Yoga all done for the day, the boys stretch out gracefully. As if to say, Disruptive? Us?

ktnz in bxs

Cats love boxes. I know this from long experience. They love to sleep in boxes - usually the smaller the box, the better. So after I washed my brand new canning jars, I put the empty boxes on the floor for the kittens to play with. 15 minutes later, they were happily ensconced.



Baby Guy. He chose the biggest box.



Tear (the largest cat) in the smallest box.



A little while later I turned around to see that they were BOTH in the smallest box. Here Tear is grooming Baby Guy.



Whazzup?

more kittens

I've been really bad about adding more kitten photos. My sister keeps sending pics to my BlackBerry, and since I had to replace my computer hard drive I haven't had the proper BBerry software to manage my device files or upload them to my computer. Whatever. I've taken these photos from my sister's Facebook profile. Very cute, eh?



Meghan and a kitten.



Kyle and a kitten.



Kyle kissing his kitten. I know - so cute.



Kyle's kitten, Zupur.

kittens - day 8

My sister sent some more photos of the kittens, taken yesterday (the "day 8" referred to in the blog title). Don't think I've mentioned on this blog, but one of the five kittens has died, so there are only four left.

kittens - day 3

More pictures of the new kittens, sent by my sister. Aww...