They have totally taken over the dog’s bed. I’m going to have to find Harriet another, less cat-friendly place to nap in the studio.
I cannot believe how fat Polly has gotten! She’s huge! If I didn’t know she was spayed, I’d be concerned that she was pregnant.
The dog is still tolerating the kittens’ total lack of respect.
They weren’t really being cranky, but I love how both of them have their ears in the “I have an attitude problem” position.
Somehow, Henry managed to break off some of her whiskers. You can actually see one of them dangling, in the middle photo. I guess it must have happened while she was playing with Polly, though Polly’s whiskers seem to have escaped unscathed.
In other news, I’ve been released from PT. Yay! He did Graston massage on my shoulder the last two times, which was not exactly fun, but wasn’t too bad, either. I don’t know if any of it is helping, but I figure it can’t hurt (not, at least, the specific exercises I’m doing), so it’d be stupid not to follow through with them.
Napping
Having a Chat and a Wash
I think I’m going to try to do a photo a day this month. I keep seeing things and making mental notes to go back and take photos, and of course, forgetting. I need to stop doing that. But for today, you get Henry and Polly, the cutest kittens in the all-time history of kittens. Srsly.
Polly, reclining in Harriet’s bed
Harriet may be unamused at times that her house has been invaded by kittens, but she’s (mostly!) being pretty good about it.
Henry and Polly in their kitty habitat
I picked up a few new toys this afternoon, on my way home from PT. I stuck some of them up on the bookshelves, so they’d be out of reach. I figured I’d dole them out slowly. Polly and Henry had other ideas. I hadn’t turned my back for two seconds before they had the mate to this toy off the shelf. I guess that means the kittens approve.
Angry little toy
It’s official. Polly is a dork. And, my poor shoe laces will never be the same again.
The cats have discovered the Amazing Cat TeeVee (AKA the patio windows). They spent most of the weekend out there, either napping or watching the birds and chipmunks.
(And, my photos are any indication, I never put my shoes away.)
Oh, and Harriet’s ear? Totally F-I-N-E. She made a big, fat liar out of me! Dr. Koch said he scoped and prodded and even tugged on the (supposedly) sore ear, but he couldn’t find anything wrong, and Harriet didn’t complain. And he’s right. She’s back to normal now. That ear sure was sore this morning, though. Weird!
All the flower seeds I planted, at least the ones that sprouted, were eaten one night by either bunnies or Mr. Groundhog. I’m going to have to replace them with mature plants or maybe with containers. So far, they’ve left the stuff in containers alone. The tomatoes are getting big, and so are the peppers I got from a coworker. The peppers I planted from seed are still really small, though, so I’m about to give up on them. Since the tomatoes still need to be thinned a bit, I may sacrifice the baby peppers to make more tomato space.
In other news, Harriet spent Friday at the vet. She was chewing her feet again and suddenly developed a sneeze and runny nose. I was afraid it was something contagious, but after spending the day observing her, the vet thinks it’s just allergies. He recommended putting her back on Benadryl, and if that doesn’t help, then Chlor-trimeton. If those don’t work, then we’ll try prescription antihistamines.
The Benadryl seems to be helping. She’s not chewing her feet and her sneezy, snotty nose has improved. But, now she’s developed what I think is a bad ear infection. One ear is super painful, and I can feel where it’s swollen, along her neck. Poor dog! She’s feeling too rotten to police the cats, so I know she has to be miserable. There’s not much to be done for it until I can call the vet tomorrow morning. In the meantime, we has sadcakes.
Speaking of the cats, they have finally decided that they’re in charge. They spent last night doing Indy 500 laps around the living room, chasing each other, while I was trying to watch TV. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they hadn’t kept cornering off the couch. Also, Henry has discovered the kitchen counter, and it doesn’t matter how many times I push her off, she bounces right back up. Ditto Polly with my computer desk. She jumps up, I push her off, and she bounces right back up again. They are nothing if not persistent. Alsoplustoo, cute. Very, very cute.
I can’t believe how quickly the kittens have learned not to bite and scratch while playing. It only took a couple of days for them to get the idea, and a couple more for them to figure out that they can play with claws and teeth, as long as they are gentle. Even with all her claws out, Polly didn’t leave a single scratch on me. Good kitties!
I love the orange tabby patches on Henry’s back legs. The one on the other side is even bigger.
They like to sleep, curled up together, under an old wooden stool, under my desk. The stool has been used as a cat scratching post for years, a tradition started by Ms. Lea’s Isis and later carried on by Pandora and the rest of my cats. I think it’s funny that the kittens have adopted it as their own.
red paper boat 