I know there were things I did before kittens. I know life was full and busy. I had hobbies and to-do lists. I think I worked sometimes? I fed and cleaned up after some other beings. What were they?
Okay, I honestly can’t remember.
Oh right! I used to blog! I should totally do that again! But what does one blog about when one has spent a week solid hanging out in the cloffice with kittens?
Oh right! How many hours of videos should I post here? All of them?! Y’alls crazy! Let’s start with a couple pictures.
The gray is a girl and the black a boy. Sister and brother. I am no longer the only female in the house! *throws confetti*
We went through many name ideas. Princess Buttercup and Inigo Montoya, Boba and Binx, Samoa Joe and Razor Ramona, before settling on our original choices of Boba (him) and Matcha (her).
Boba enjoys growling when he catches his favorite toy and acting like he wants to be pet, then sitting just out of arm’s reach. He will wake from a dead sleep to play if you walk into the room with a toy.
Matcha wants to be worn like a neck scarf. She also enjoys being a prairie dog, getting into tight places, and climbing curtains.
(Checking to see if she fits so she can sits.) (She does.) (She fits everywhere.)
They both want to eat my face. It is hard to take a picture of two cats trying to eat my face, but this one gives you an idea.
Matcha jumps gracefully into a high-up box. Boba studies her carefully. He jumps. Biffs it. Licks a paw and walks away like that’s what he was trying to do. He is a mouser; she’s a birder. He is infantry, she is air force.
The boys, you can imagine, are ecstatic and cannot get enough of the cats, playing, snuggling, laughing.
You can stop imagining now. The boys are completely uninterested in the cats.
I had to give him a candy bar to take this picture.
In conclusion, cats!
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Pasta with fontina and prosciutto
Spaghetti with meat sauce
Bread (thanks, MIL!)
PB&J thumbprint cookies