So the little bitty kitties aren't little any more. They're growing up just like everyone else in this household. (Insert a big mama sigh) They're in their teenage phase now. Not quite adults, but not babies anymore. And they are getting on my last nerve. They constantly play with each other, which is great. Everyone knows I love a good play time, but they are ridiculous. They get tangled up in Kroger shopping bags and get stuck in the unlit fireplace. They purr in my face (like a truck engine) at 4:00 in the morning and beg for food when their bowl is full.
I can only imagine what they get into while we're gone. Everyday I find things that used to be on shelves that they have knocked down. Pictures and knick-knacks have ended up on the floor. On a finer note, nothing has been destroyed and no bunnies have been eaten (Ha).