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Apr. 29th, 2006 09:41 amVery entertaining stop in kittenland. I went up to make sure the breakfast buffet was sufficient, and stopped to pet people. The kittens are as cute and adorable as kittens can be, and even Mrs Cat is being friendly and affectionate. It's hard to believe she's the same mass of angry hormones who quite savagely attacked Melissa. They had found the remains of a toilet roll somwhere, so there were little scraps of toilet paper all over, which I proceeded to pick up. The digital camera C&M had left there was where I had put it the night before (last night it had been sitting on the floor, which I suspect was not where it had opriginally been left. Maybe kittens had been taking pictures!)
Kittens decided to climb on me and gambol about around me, and Mrs Cat was very rubby and friendly. Kittens started pouncing my toes (I pointed out to them that I had white socks on, just like them). Much petting ensued. Then, just as I was taking my leave, Mrs Cat batted at my foot. Not hard, no claws, just a "hey! don't go yet" bat. I turned around to look at her, and just at that moment, a horrendous clatter arose as the kittens who had been climbing around on the chest int he middle of the room slid off, accompanied by about half the pile of books and CDs they had been climbing on. :-) Several kittens fled and hid behind the sofa, while other, braver kittens came over and investigated. I put everything back (in slightly more, smaller piles), and turned to leave. *Just* as I opened the door a crack and saw Gildy sitting outside, Mrs Cat made a dash for the door, paw outstretched and clearly wanting to get a piece of this evil male cat who she had been hearign and smelling from the other side of the door. I managed to pop out and shove her (gently) back inside, which was just as well for Gildy. Being a sweet-natured boy and rather dim, he was just sitting there, sharing sharp, pointy doom in the face. "Gee," I could hear him wondering, "I wonder if she's nice?" Yeah, buddy, the display of fangs and claws didn't answer that for you? I lvoe him, but it's a good thing he doesn't have to survive in the wild.
OK, time for a bike ride.
Kittens decided to climb on me and gambol about around me, and Mrs Cat was very rubby and friendly. Kittens started pouncing my toes (I pointed out to them that I had white socks on, just like them). Much petting ensued. Then, just as I was taking my leave, Mrs Cat batted at my foot. Not hard, no claws, just a "hey! don't go yet" bat. I turned around to look at her, and just at that moment, a horrendous clatter arose as the kittens who had been climbing around on the chest int he middle of the room slid off, accompanied by about half the pile of books and CDs they had been climbing on. :-) Several kittens fled and hid behind the sofa, while other, braver kittens came over and investigated. I put everything back (in slightly more, smaller piles), and turned to leave. *Just* as I opened the door a crack and saw Gildy sitting outside, Mrs Cat made a dash for the door, paw outstretched and clearly wanting to get a piece of this evil male cat who she had been hearign and smelling from the other side of the door. I managed to pop out and shove her (gently) back inside, which was just as well for Gildy. Being a sweet-natured boy and rather dim, he was just sitting there, sharing sharp, pointy doom in the face. "Gee," I could hear him wondering, "I wonder if she's nice?" Yeah, buddy, the display of fangs and claws didn't answer that for you? I lvoe him, but it's a good thing he doesn't have to survive in the wild.
OK, time for a bike ride.
