Property Damage

I'm not saying that one of the cats did eat my earphones, and I'm not saying that one of the cats didn't eat my earphones, I'm just saying that my brand new Sennheiser earphones no longer work in my left ear, and that there are exposed wires covered in cat saliva.

After spending a few minutes being angry and another couple idly wondering whether there is a world distance record for cat hurling, it occurred to me (in the style of the flashback at the end of the Sixth Sense) that we've spent literally hours over the last six days teaching both cats to chase colourful pieces of string on a stick. I've been perfectly training them to do this to me.

Kami also seems to have developed an obsession with attacking anything that moves quickly. This is great fun when it's a fluffy mouse or a ball of yarn. It's less fun when it's my thumb moving around on my Xbox controller while i'm playing Halo 3. If you happen to be playing me on Live and I sporadically jerk up and to the left and drop all my weapons, there's probably a kitten scratching at my face.

It's A Cat's Life

The kittens have had their first visit to the vet. I cunningly arranged this at a time when Kara was free and I was not so that they will continue to associate me with stroking, feeding and cat treats whilst they associate her with being crammed into a box and receiving painful injections. Muahahaha!

Kami received a clean bill of health and can resume chasing butterflies, draping herself over the arms of the sofa and all the other cute things that that kittens do. Waffles however has fleas, worms and rabies (ok I made up the rabies, but you get the idea. She's a poorly cat).

This does neatly explain her almost constant sleeping and general indifference to... well anything really, and I look forward to nursing her back to health, but why do I get the cat that's broken? It's the same with all new technology I buy. I guess cats are even worse because they have so many moving parts.

Kittens!

We have kittens! It was coming up to Kara's birthday and I couldn't think of anything to buy her (I think she was intentionally holding back on suggestions so there would only be one option left). A friend hooked us up with a woman who had a litter of kittens to sell and we went to look at one on Wednesday night.

I was expecting to have to catch one, but they were all really docile and one immediately attached itself to me. Of course when we came to the point where we were actually going to take the tiny defenceless kitten away from it's mother, we felt cruel and horrible and decided to take the other kitten as well.

They're both female and 12 weeks old. Kara's is called Kami and mine is Waffles. They're settling in really well and doing all sorts of amusing things. The pictures here are terrible because they're from my phone. More (probably many, many more) will be uploaded soon. Kami is the majestic looking one at the top, and Waffles is the lazy one peeking out from behind the sofa. Note the size of the cat relative to my shoe in the background.