We're in love.
The kind of love only kittens can bring to a home.
This past week, I've found myself so enamored with these fluffy little bundles of adorableness that I worry I may be mistaken for a cat person. And a cat person I am not. Or, a cat person I wasn't. It's kind of hard to deny though when I find myself sitting outside on these cool summer evenings, drinking tea and recording video clips of my cats. I see not too much wrong with this because my children are too young to have this conversation with their friends:
"Wait, you mean your mom doesn't sit outside at night video-taping cats?"
But these kittens are so cute and match-y and tolerate my kiddos hugging and toting and hugging them so well that I can't help but have the utmost affection for them. Even Spencer Dog wants in on the kitten love. The kittens aren't having it, doing their best to look scary and hiss little kitten hisses at his attempts at affection. This doesn't seem to faze Spence too much, and I'm sure he'll win them over soon.
I pulled our red wagon home from our neighbor's house carrying my children who in turn carried their very new kittens in their laps and began what would turn into a week of teaching the important concepts of gentleness, and kindness, and self-control, and scratching and hissing mean the kittens want some time alone. (Don't you wish humans gave signals so easy to read?)
Although both kittens are grey with similar markings, initially they were pretty easy to tell apart as one had a gooey, drippy eye and the other...uh, didn't. It was decided that goopy-eyed kitten would be A's and he named him Buzz Lightyear. The non-goopy eyed kitten was named Minnie Mouse by E. A soon figured out that goopy-eyed Buzz would be so much more lovable if he wasn't so goopy-eyed, so he set to work on playing the ol' switch-a-roo with E.
"Here you go, E. Here's Minnie", he'd carry a kitten to his sister, cleverly aiming the goopy eye away from her. His shenanigans didn't fool E though and Buzz is still Buzz and Minnie is still Minnie, and the eye cleared up nicely thanks to a diet of raw milk, and now it's really hard to tell Buzz from Minnie. No matter, as we don't usually call them by name anyhow. Around here, we're starting to refer to our pets by species. Dogs, cats, chickens, goat. Just kidding about the goat. Just a feeler, really. Testing the word out in writing before I casually drop it into my next conversation with the landlords and see what kind of reaction I get.
Okay, just one more cat video...
Seriously, last one, I promise...