Loudmouth has been feeling frisky tonight. She's finally coming out of heat and she is rampaging through the house, all claws out for superior traction. Everyone else was asleep before she got started, but she wasn't having that. She zoomed around the room pouncing on everyone until she had all 3 other kitties zooming around with her. They are jumping on the furniture, doing ninja flips off the walls, making flying leaps from recliner to ottoman to bookshelf, taking turns chasing each other and terrorizing my apartment... (all the while, my very proper kitty Prissy is just looking at them from the back of the couch like they are idiots)
I was yet again sitting here reading posts when from the other room I hear :
skitterskitterskitterCRASH! (cringe) A short-lived moment of silence followed by another skitter, the sound of a kitty zooming under a bed, then silence.... then a wail that made me think one of the cats must be dying!
I obviously had to go investigate and I found a confused Smudge kitten covered in potting soil cowering under the bed next to Mama Loudmouth who is also dirt-dusted and fluffed up like there's a big scary monster. In all their cavorting, they managed to knock a plant off my desk, and apparently got showered by all the dirt. (Hmmm... that empty space in the middle of the mess kinda looks like a kitty silhoutte)
Poor Smudgie. I think the little guy got the plastic pot directly. My black kitty turned brown. He had all his little claws out and his tiny tail all fluffed and his grey eyes were HUGE. When I picked him up he stuck to my shirt like velcro and made that wailing cry again, like he was saying "what jus happened?"
He's still sitting here with me, staying warm after a quick bath, and is for once content to just sit here and be still and be quiet.
Meanwhile, his older sissy is currently dragging a plastic shopping bag around the living room, hitting her nose on the floor every time she tries to take off running with it and steps on it.
With cats, who needs late night tv?
I was yet again sitting here reading posts when from the other room I hear :
skitterskitterskitterCRASH! (cringe) A short-lived moment of silence followed by another skitter, the sound of a kitty zooming under a bed, then silence.... then a wail that made me think one of the cats must be dying!
I obviously had to go investigate and I found a confused Smudge kitten covered in potting soil cowering under the bed next to Mama Loudmouth who is also dirt-dusted and fluffed up like there's a big scary monster. In all their cavorting, they managed to knock a plant off my desk, and apparently got showered by all the dirt. (Hmmm... that empty space in the middle of the mess kinda looks like a kitty silhoutte)
Poor Smudgie. I think the little guy got the plastic pot directly. My black kitty turned brown. He had all his little claws out and his tiny tail all fluffed and his grey eyes were HUGE. When I picked him up he stuck to my shirt like velcro and made that wailing cry again, like he was saying "what jus happened?"
He's still sitting here with me, staying warm after a quick bath, and is for once content to just sit here and be still and be quiet.
Meanwhile, his older sissy is currently dragging a plastic shopping bag around the living room, hitting her nose on the floor every time she tries to take off running with it and steps on it.
With cats, who needs late night tv?