I don't intend to torture you with kitten stories that are not entertaining to anyone except for me and Summer, BUT... I just pried the lid off a 28 lb. valu size vat of kitty litter and then went to get a plastic bag for changing the litter. When I came back, Applesauce was squatting in the bucket of pristine new Scoop Away Multiple Cat Formula, doing her business. I shooed her out and she clawed her way up the wooden door frame of the basement door.
She is not afraid of the vacuum, though Summer informs me that Applesauce and Rebecca think that the vacuum is a "cat sucker."
We have figured out Rebecca too. She is happy to be petted, and even picked up, but do not attempt to walk anywhere while holding her. You will be julienned. Summer says that Rebecca is a cool customer.
One or both of them pulled down Summer's canopy yesterday.
All the neighborhood girls (and Matthew) came over and made a Hansel-and-Gretl-style trail of cat food in an attempt to lure the kittens from their preferred corner under Summer's bed. Both kittens have made themselves at home inside the doll house, and both (particularly Applesauce) really appreciated it when Charlie placed several plastic bowls filled with all natural Cheddar Bunnies on the kitchen floor. "Eat! Food!" he instructed, and they complied.
We hope they grow up to be good pets like Bonita.
Isn't 12 years kind of a short life for a cat? Don't they usually live to be about 20? Just curious.
Posted by: Lee | September 09, 2007 at 12:23 PM
Yes. Which is why we tried to help her, and why we were sad when she died. Not really 20, more like 15, but still.
Posted by: Jill | September 10, 2007 at 02:41 PM