The "kittens" are not in the kitchen anymore at night. They have been allowed free roam of the house. And for the most part, they are good little kitties. The "cat town races" have been moderate and I really can live with that. I can live with a little of playing on the bed. If they keep the activity down to a moderate level, I will not take action. I have a very high level of "put-up-withness". But last night they went well, well, well beyond the pale(I once looked upped that word because it seemed such an odd word. It means to go beyond the proscribed boundary. Ever since I looked the word up, I have felt I owned it. silly, huh?) Anyway, they went beyond the pale. One of them, played for a long time. Maybe both of them played hard. I can't say for sure, as I was pretending or trying to sleep. It finally came to the point of me waking up enough to say out loud, "That is enough". It turned out to be that Penelope had just dropped the "toy" on my neck. I picked it up and started to carry it out when it moved and tried to crawl on my hand. After many yelps, because of all the bugs I have run into in this life, the water bug is the most hated. I can stand most bugs but the water bug sends chills up my spine and revulsion to my stomach. Yuck, yuck, yuck. Sorry, but the thought of them creates havoc. And don't give me the God's creatures bit either! Anyway, I got the cats, along with the bug out of my room. I went back to bed and in the morning, I actually quizzed myself to see if one of those bugs was really on my neck or was it a dream?This is what I found in the hallway:
The "kittens" are not in the kitchen anymore at night. They have been allowed free roam of the house. And for the most part, they are good little kitties. The "cat town races" have been moderate and I really can live with that. I can live with a little of playing on the bed. If they keep the activity down to a moderate level, I will not take action. I have a very high level of "put-up-withness". But last night they went well, well, well beyond the pale(I once looked upped that word because it seemed such an odd word. It means to go beyond the proscribed boundary. Ever since I looked the word up, I have felt I owned it. silly, huh?) Anyway, they went beyond the pale. One of them, played for a long time. Maybe both of them played hard. I can't say for sure, as I was pretending or trying to sleep. It finally came to the point of me waking up enough to say outloud, "That is enough". It turned out to be that Penelope had just dropped the "toy" on my neck. I picked it up and started to carry it out when it moved and tried to crawl on my hand. After many yelps, because of all the bugs I have run into in this life, the water bug is the most hated. I can stand most bugs but the water bug sends chills up my spine and revulsion to my stomach. Yuck, yuck, yuck. Sorry, but the thought of them creates havoc. And don't give me the God's creatures bit either! Anyway, I got the cats, along with the bug out of my room. I went back to bed and in the morning, I actually quizzed myself to see if one of those bugs was really on my neck or was it a dream?
This is what I found in the hallway:
3 comments:
If it was a dream, I'd call it a nightmare.
Even the picture of the "water bug" makes me itchy and nervous.
Blech!
Yuck! Although the kitties are so beautiful, precious, but I guess when one is trying to sleep they can seem quite devilish. Does this mean that are banned again from the bedroom? Well, a good night's sleep is very important.
Hi Phyllis,
No, the banioshment didn't even last the night. They stayed at the door and pleaded to come back in. I have a hard time saying no to them.
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