I came home and let all the kittens in and now somebody is scratching the furniture. I have a spray bottle ready but they seem very good at hiding. Maybe they all need to go on the next transport.
Yesterday Edsel snuck down to the basement, he almost got his little neck crushed trying to get through the closing door. We have a bottom freezer down there and when I opened it he somehow got in the back so when I tried to close it I couldn’t. I kept smashing his little body. But he never cried once. I stopped to see what was wrong and he came tearing out.
Then he went somewhere and came back covered with cobwebs.
Today he must’ve been waiting right by the garage door because when I opened it he ran out as fast as he could. And he hid under the middle of the car so I couldn’t reach him. So I let him stay in there a couple hours. That was my plan but half hour later he was meowing like it was all my fault.
The joys of curious kittens, remember those days.
They are so much fun but sure are a handful.