I've placed an ad in the base newspaper to give these kittens we have away to good homes. It starts on Friday...not a day too soon as far as I'm concerned!
They are driving me insane. They're corralled in my half bathroom when no-one is available to keep an eye on them, but when someone's around they get let out to roam around my living room. They get into everything. They climb, they fight, they tumble off of stuff...they knock things down and get under the furniture...they chew on electrical cords and use my legs as a scratching post.
Earlier I was sitting at the computer and they were playing around my feet. Somehow they managed to turn the power supply to the tower off twice, then they knocked over some papers I had piled up ready to get filed, along with a stack of CD's I had out waiting to get copied. Well, here, see for yourselves:
This is Madame Fuzzlebutt looking at the stuff she just knocked down...the stripey one is Rupert, her partner in crime for this evening.
This is Fuzzlebutt and Rupert in the middle of the fight that caused the stuff to get knocked down in the first place.
They really are the sweetest little things, and they're very cute...but they're miniature weapons of mass destruction, able to turn a neat and tidy living room or computer desk into a disaster zone within seconds!
Anyone want a kitten?! Please?!