Degrees of naughty

The house is more of a whirlwind state that it has been for a very long time. Toys strewn every where, cushions repeatedly tossed to the floor, curtains awry and all small ornaments, pots of pens and paintbrushes as well as homework and above all my precious woolly things have been lifted higher...and higher and higher and still they are being played with.

Is nothing sacred? *sigh*

How many furry-scrapes can you get into today?

The kittlings are getting bigger and stronger and faster and more able to scale barriers. They now delight in collecting a chosen object and dragging it off to play with. No item is too small or too large. Milk bottle tops are collected from the recycling bin, chewed and tossed about and left in a 'decorative manner' in front of the woodburner. The boy's dressing gowns are dragged across the carpet and made into wonderful 'nests' by little industrious paws.

And despite the fact the kittlings have grown they are still slight in stature, however, do not let this slightness belie the thud of their feet across the hall and down the stairs as they hurl themselves around as fast as they can. 

Holly (torti) has been nicknamed 'the princess' seeming to veer from being absolutely angelic with huge eyes and a smudged nose to an a*b*s*o*l*u*t*e manic diva.... leaping up in twisted gymnastic vaults. Her eyes and toes wide open. She can scale the curtains from a standing start and be back down again before I've even had time to draw my breath to shriek a NO! Her favourite' pawkour' movement is to bound from a seated pose like a coiled spring over the settee and land - briefly-  then fling herself backwards and landing paws-down almost on the identical starting point, pawsing for a nano-sec then setting off at break kittling-speed towards the patio doors only to be stopped by the glass with a resounding thud....... think I better put some sort of 'markings' on the glass at her eye height so she will see it next time.

The other monster kittling - Lily (marmalade) wavers from low grade general naughty to full scale atomic~strength naughty. She has a fetish for plastic - stealing bags and triumphantly dragging them between her front legs - just~like~lions~do - she tells me as I desperately try to grab the bag before she tears it up and accidently swallows any. She doesn't restrict her 'acquiring' to just plastic, oh no - precious balls of yarn, paper, cushions, the controls for a remote car, paper clips, emory boards in fact - if it is out of bounds then it is perfect~for~puss~cats - well that's what Lily keeps saying to me as I wrestle with frantically grabbing kittling with one hand and rescue yarn/toy/paper/cushion with the other.

As I put the kittling on the floor, there is a slight huff of disgust, a definite shrug of furry shoulders then a quick cast around for the next bit of nonsense and then she is off to wreak her revenge!

This level of 'activity' is lasting longer as they get more stamina then suddenly they remember they are still babies and turn on the charm, purring and kneeding, wanting a lap or a bed for a nap and even sometimes falling asleep on the floor surrounded by their destruction play. That's when I melt and forgive all their furry transgressions, when they look at me with sleepy eyes and purrrrrrrrrrrr - butter wouldn't melt in their mouths but thank goodness they can't open the fridge and try (but give it time, give it time I am sure they will.....)

Quiet - at last. 

Please note the headlock Lily has on Holly.....

PS - as I sit here typing, I have to hunch over a kittling as she purrs on my lap, her front paws on the keyboard as she 'adds' a letter or two, the other kittling is in the bed I made for them on the shelf next to my desk, purring  as she plays with something she has 'acquired', think I better check it is something she is allowed to have! Excuse me while I go and see......

Sellotape - stuck to her paw. *sigh*