midwife's muse

The errant kitten saga

They can no longer get under the sink. As Hubby finished erecting a solid wood barricade he commented that  "If they get through now they have either got a screwdriver, or we better leave home because they are Raptors in disguise." I bought them an igloo, two-tier cat basket on Friday, complete with sheepskin mattresses on Friday, they prefer the cardboard box with an old cushion and blanket. I am making slow progress though. Now, when I feed them, they will come up to their bowls whilst I am there, and will even let me stroke them. They are terrible scavengers, we got home last night and half a loaf of bread was on the floor with huge chunks ripped out of it. It's sad really so even Hubby doesn't get annoyed, they have spent their whole lives, until now, eating anything they can forage or their Mum bought to them. When I collected them from the CPL I stupidly asked if they were having kitten food, what an innocent, the total rubbish they must have eaten previously must have made their gut ready for anything, infact the unvaried, protein rich diet they are now being served is possibly more likely to upset their digestive systems.

Interesting Bonfire Party at friends house last night. Some weird pschotherapist (psycho) female was there being very touchy feely with the men and being exceptionally rude to all the women, perhaps she was conducting some type of field experiment, 'How long before a woman smacks me one?'. Her results were skewed though when Daughter fronted up to her because she was pawing Hubby (my Hubby, her Daddy). Apparently the confrontation became quite angry with pscho-babe asking who daughter thought she was and when daughter explained the relationship the woman's response was to ask if I was there. Cheeky mare.  

6.11.05 12:34