Update on kittens being loose in the house that I was 99% sure I had already posted?:
They eat everything. I have seen these three cats eat things that I have never seen cats eat in my 21 years of having cats.
The one brother of the group has decided he’s now the alpha male and is having to learn that harassing his elders will result in a timeout. He does not approve and is trying to learn how to turn the doorknob in the timeout room. He gets unnerving close to managing this. His favorite pastime seems to involve laying on top of me and keeping from moving for hours because he looks infinitely too cute to disturb.
The small sister is tiny and remains tiny. Small sister is also apparently part Siamese because all she does is wail for attention and rub against my face. But she’s tiny and cute and I love her anyway.
The bobtail sister is a vacuum in cat form. I don’t know how she finds the things she eats but somehow she finds them. She’s also mute (we talked to the vet and it doesn’t seem to be any cause for concern since she’s otherwise as healthy as a horse) but incredibly talkative so all she can do is run up to see you and making excited hissing noises. It’s the most heart-melting thing ever and she’s learned it always wins her a shoulder ride around the kitchen. She’s a manipulative little ball of floof.
That said, the three have been doing really well over the past monthish and the older cats have adjusted to them. Most of them have made friends and aside from the brother’s attempt to climb to the top of the pecking order everything has pretty well settled and is working out great. :D
“Youaredestinedforthekindoflegendaryloveyouonlyhearaboutinballads. We don’t need the court or your family or the king. It will just be you and me. Just the two of us. Together. If I asked you to come with me - to give up the admiration of a thousand people for the love of just one - what would you do, Anne?”
“I would…” Love you.
He looks at me steadily. Doesn’t say a word. Waits a beat.
“I love you. I can’t make things any different from the way they are. All I can do is love you. And you love me,” he says, so quietly my heart lurches forward as if reaching for him. “I know you do.”
Thomas closes the gap between us and kisses me. Hard. His mouth forms lyrics that expose my soul. This kiss is eloquent and alive. This kiss is a song played only once. And forever. It breaks me open. I want this man. I want him so badly I feel like glass on the verge of shattering. I want to kiss him again. To run away with him. - Tarnish, Katherine Longshore
