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CatNipped wrote:
"SUQKRT" wrote in message ... In article , Singh wrote: Now if I could just get up off my tuchus and clean this mess they've made of my home... Blessed be, Baha Baha sweety didn't you read CatNipped's posts about her adventures with Sammy? Maybe the should be required reading for people contimplating kitten adoption. Suz Macmoosette Thank Heavens There's Only One =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= Clean? Clean?? I've just gotten very good at stepping over Sammy's "art work" (as in rearranging everything on every elevated surface into a new configuration on the floor). I tried picking things up and putting them back in place, but this disturbed Sammy so much she would create even bigger projects the moment my back was turned. Now I just look abashed and murmur "I have a kitten" whenever anyone comes over. Hugs, CatNipped It is the job of all kittens to *test* gravity everyday to make sure it's still working. -- Adrian (Owned by Snoopy & Bagheera) A house is not a home, without a cat. |
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Awww, what a sweet story, yay for a happy, if messy, introduction!
Christine "Singh" wrote in message ... My house is totally wrecked. Hurricanes DO hit New York State; I have one here in the form of a little Hoolikitten, my little Brandy. We kept her sequestered 3 days, and Stosh and Roxie could endure no more. When I opened up to go use my own litter box, they slammed down the gate I'd set up "for good measure" and rolled in like two little Sherman tanks. Immediately they began a game of Chase the Kitty which turned the computer room into a disaster area. My husband's math books, music scores and resume stuff are EVERYWHERE. They managed to blast themselves downstairs, where they totally upended several boxes of junk I had been putting together for storage, then proceeded to knock over a shelf that used to hold baskets of makeup and bath goodies, and I have lipstick EVERYWHERE. At one point Stosh, who is turning into one huge cat, tried to knock over Brandy. She turned back, bapped him on the snout and uttered a five-star obscenity that would have made the nuns in my grade school force me to eat red pepper. (The nuns are enablers. I now have a hopeless addiction to hot wings, curry and Mexican food.) Stosh no longers tries to subdue his baby sister. She doesn't seem much of a wrestler, but more a boxer, and has rapidly learned the Marquis of Queensbury rules. Roxie has temporarily dropped the Zen Mistress persona as Brandy tried to commandeer Roxie's tower. (round kitty house, scratching post, upper platform, you know what I mean.) Roxie said in no uncertain terms, "I don't think so, you little brat kid!" and boxed Brandy's ears like a Victorian schoolteacher. After this, Brandy got into bed with Louie and me, decided to settle in, and proceeded to knead Louie in a place where men should NOT be kneaded. I'm not going to tell you where, but let's just say I'm glad it's not my honeymoon. They're getting on pretty well, but still working on defining the boundaries. Roxie seems to be playing the Mama, being there to police Stosh and Brandy and actually bapping one or the other when the boxing matches get too crazy. Amazing. They seem to know the rules of polite society instinctively. Brandy still cusses like a sailor on occasion, but they're actually getting along. She and Roxie were sleeping together today, which I take as a positive sign. Roxie usually likes to meditate and rest on her own. Now if I could just get up off my tuchus and clean this mess they've made of my home... Blessed be, Baha |
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Awww, what a sweet story, yay for a happy, if messy, introduction!
Christine "Singh" wrote in message ... My house is totally wrecked. Hurricanes DO hit New York State; I have one here in the form of a little Hoolikitten, my little Brandy. We kept her sequestered 3 days, and Stosh and Roxie could endure no more. When I opened up to go use my own litter box, they slammed down the gate I'd set up "for good measure" and rolled in like two little Sherman tanks. Immediately they began a game of Chase the Kitty which turned the computer room into a disaster area. My husband's math books, music scores and resume stuff are EVERYWHERE. They managed to blast themselves downstairs, where they totally upended several boxes of junk I had been putting together for storage, then proceeded to knock over a shelf that used to hold baskets of makeup and bath goodies, and I have lipstick EVERYWHERE. At one point Stosh, who is turning into one huge cat, tried to knock over Brandy. She turned back, bapped him on the snout and uttered a five-star obscenity that would have made the nuns in my grade school force me to eat red pepper. (The nuns are enablers. I now have a hopeless addiction to hot wings, curry and Mexican food.) Stosh no longers tries to subdue his baby sister. She doesn't seem much of a wrestler, but more a boxer, and has rapidly learned the Marquis of Queensbury rules. Roxie has temporarily dropped the Zen Mistress persona as Brandy tried to commandeer Roxie's tower. (round kitty house, scratching post, upper platform, you know what I mean.) Roxie said in no uncertain terms, "I don't think so, you little brat kid!" and boxed Brandy's ears like a Victorian schoolteacher. After this, Brandy got into bed with Louie and me, decided to settle in, and proceeded to knead Louie in a place where men should NOT be kneaded. I'm not going to tell you where, but let's just say I'm glad it's not my honeymoon. They're getting on pretty well, but still working on defining the boundaries. Roxie seems to be playing the Mama, being there to police Stosh and Brandy and actually bapping one or the other when the boxing matches get too crazy. Amazing. They seem to know the rules of polite society instinctively. Brandy still cusses like a sailor on occasion, but they're actually getting along. She and Roxie were sleeping together today, which I take as a positive sign. Roxie usually likes to meditate and rest on her own. Now if I could just get up off my tuchus and clean this mess they've made of my home... Blessed be, Baha |
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Singh wrote in message ...
My house is totally wrecked. Hurricanes DO hit New York State; I have one here in the form of a little Hoolikitten, my little Brandy. I am happy to read about your thundering herd! I too have a kitten of mass destruction - fun to watch, less fun to clean up after. ;-) ------ Krista |
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Singh wrote in message ...
My house is totally wrecked. Hurricanes DO hit New York State; I have one here in the form of a little Hoolikitten, my little Brandy. I am happy to read about your thundering herd! I too have a kitten of mass destruction - fun to watch, less fun to clean up after. ;-) ------ Krista |
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