Saturday, March 28, 2009

Sniff, smell familiar

I have been recovering from my trip away from the girls. When I arrived home I was not only exhausted from work and travel but also without a voice. I was greeted by the girls who were in one moment happy and the next with a crinkled nose of "You smell funny!"  In their defense I did smell funny due to heavily garliced asparagus eaten two days prior. The girls kept me up to 1 am as punishment for my abandonment. Things have been slowly returning to normal - meaning I am getting my daily cuddles and midnight snuggles from the girls

I am sorry that I haven't posted any kitten conversations. Enid and Hester have been quite
 talkative since I returned home. It usually runs to the "Where the hell have you been? The visitors kept shoving us off the bed when we wanted to play at 2 am! Can I play with that?"

A couple mornings ago this was been the kitten conversation -

Me: Girls! I have opened the windows for you. 
Enid: Hester! The window is open! Woooooohooooo! Come on! *runs to the window and runs around in circle and runs back to Hester*
Hester: What?!
Enid: *Bops Hester on head* HESTER!!!!!!!!!! The window is open!
Hester: So what?! I am comfy right here in bed.
Enid: I'm telling! *runs for me and bites me in ankle*
Me: Hey! What was that for?!
Enid: I have a stooopid sister. *Stomps off to window*

And when did the girls learn to jump up on the forbidden kitchen counter to steal tea bags?!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Everything that glitters is mine

Hester: I LUVS a glitter ball. I love it in the morning. I love it in the noon-time. I love it in the evening. I love it especially when Red is in the shower. She still plays with me when she is all shampooie. Toss one glitter ball in the shower and it come flying out with the greatest of speed! Wow. Excuse me while I get it out of the laundry basket.

Update: Saturday the girls got their rabies shot. I put it off as long as I could since I don't like that shot and my girls are indoor girls. BUT I thought Enid might have pink eye and Hester has a hard spot on her toe pad that had me concerned. Enid doesn't have pink eye but Hester has a "corn" on her toe pad and her gums were not the healthiest pink the doc would like to see. 

Enid: Do you have any idea what they do with a cold pointy thing?! OMG! It was horrible. HORRIBLE! I tell you. Red, you do this to me again I swear I will..... Red, can I bite her? Please? I don't like that cold pointy thing.

Hester: It can't be that bad, Sissie. Icaramba! It is. Oh, a camera. She is gonna take my picture. I am ready for my close-up Mr. DeMille. (I had to practically lay on her because she DID want a close up!)

The doc wasn't too worried because I think she got the feeling that I watch them like a hawk...and I do. The girls weighed in at a whopping 8 lbs. The doc said they are a little bit on the chunky side but she would not point fingers since her cats are also on the chunky side. We are slowly reducing food for the girls AND brushing of the teeth is in order.

Enid: Brush my teeth! Please! I love my tooth brush. Again! Again! Can I chew on it too, Red? Oh, thank you. Brush-ah, brush-ah, brush-ah!

Hester: Do I have to?! Can't I just lick the toothbrush? No, no, no! I don't want to brush my teeth. I don't care how tasty the toothpaste is....I don't want to. Don't care if my teeth might be removed when I get older. Don't care. *Stomps foot*

My niece spend the night and chased the girls all over the apartment with declarations of "She is sooooo cute! She is sooooo adorable!" Enid and Hester were really good. They gave my niece the requisite purrs and head bumps.

Tomorrow I leave for my business trip. I definitely don't want to go. I have bribed friends to relocate to my apartment so the girls are not alone. I think my friends are excited for exclusive one on one time with the girls as well as the mini vacation with a cookie jar stocked full of my excellent (in my humble opinion) sour-cherry chocolate chip oatmeal cookies.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Growing up

The girls are growing up before my eyes. My friend came over and said they look like young ladies. The have all the appearances of young ladies but let me tell you they can be very troublesome when they haven't gotten their way.

To give you a little kitten fix, Enid found my prize fish from an archery event. She trucked that fish around the apartment like a little huntress with her kill. Hester watched the antics from the safety of the sofa. I should have taken the hint because when I tried to take the fish from her she became the lioness.

Sorry for the funky format. Technology and me today are not a good mix. The second picture is Enid going to town on the fish. The first picture is Enid resting after the battle.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Day 80 of my captivity

My warden with the red hair is too quick for me. I have made several escape attempts but she usually catches me. Even the pizza delivery person caught me! I must work on my moves and speed during my confinement. Enid is helping me out because she is my sister but she is so complacent. She doesn't mind being held captive. In fact I think she enjoys being pampered. I love my sister but she inherited the weirdness in the family.

The warden insists that I wear a stupid collar! I hate the collar and I take if off every chance I get. To make things simple I am going to list all the things that the warden DENIES me

  • freedom to roam outside
  • killing toilet paper rolls in the bathroom
  • all the glitter balls that can fit in my mouth
  • playing the beaded lampshade
  • nibbling on her ears
  • and I don't get nearly enough hugs and cuddle time
The human warden has been very busy lately with a huge project at work so I can get into more mischief!