Enid and Hester: What is that beeping?! Oh. You are moving. Too fast!!!! We are hungry but still want snuggles.
Me: Groan. *Big sigh* Another day. Enid, can you move over a bit so I can turn off the alarm? Yes, Hester. I would love to snuggle longer but I hear tummies growling.
...So I feed the girls. I turn my back for one second and all the food is gone.
Enid and Hester: Is there more?
....while getting ready for work
Me: Hester, I would love to hold you all day but I have to work to bring home more food for you and your sister. Enid, I can't brush you right now. Oh, crap. Don't put your glitter ball under my foot. I almost tripped! Hester would you not crawl into the drawers. It takes time to remove the drawer.
Hester: HOLD ME, PLEASE!
Enid: Throw the ball, throw the ball, throw the ball. You can throw the mouse too if you want.
Me: Look, girls. I don't particularly enjoy cleaning the litter box but you make it exceedingly difficult by playing in the litter box and watching me.
Afternoon (if I am home)
Hester: I am just gonna curl up right here and take a 2 hour nap. You good with that?
Me: Ummm, Hester. I can't see my book. Mibjngeuiiuvborg. Whew. That's much better. I can talk to you and everyone else if you don't lay on my face. Just sayin'. Ack! Enid! I am not a linebacker. There is plenty of room if you two share me rather than laying on top of each other then fighting over who has the best spot.
Hester: Freeeeeee-doommmmmmm! *Runs out the apartment door* (Thank goodness there is another door before she can ever escape however I think I have tamed her from running out.)
Me: HESTER! Do not snatch food out of the bowl! That's my dinner! (She was stealing seitan and onions. This evening Enid stole lettuce.)
Enid: I'm hungry. Can you rub my belly? Mwahahaha! I attack your hand! Okay, now feed me. (She does a funny head shake when I come home - it is truly indescribable)
Hester: HOLD ME!!!!!
Me: (eventually in bed) HESTER! Stop scratching the head board. ENID! Don't chew on the library book!
Enid and Hester: RUN! Can't catch me!
They keep me busy! My parents just met the kittens a couple of weeks ago. They both approve of their kitten "grandchildren." My Mother especially loves Hester. My Dad is partial to a girl that acts like a dog and plays rough so I suspect he loves Enid the most. He laughed so hard over Enid's antics. When she plays she uses her back foot a lot. The glitter ball is always under her back foot. She stomps on it and then goes completely wacko. Hester is strictly a traditionalist when it comes to playing with toys.
Uh-oh. Silence. They are up to something! Later!