Spit and Hiss

I so want to complain about this teenager in my home. This child who thinks schoolwork is arbitrary, hygiene is unnecessary and any language heavily laden in sarcasm is a joy to all that hear it.

But...in an effort to count my blessings...I'm going to try my damndest to restrain myself.

Instead, lets discuss kittens.

Adorable kittens.

Fuzzy kittens.

Bouncy playful rumbly tumbly kittens.

Licky biteful battful milky kittens.

Sleepy yawny tawny kittens.

Kittens with mitts and spots and tufts and fluff.

Sweet smelling grass and sunshine kittens.

Kittens with new sharp baby kitten claws and new sharp baby kitten teeth.

Kittens who yowl incessantly in the early morning hours.

Kittens who piddle on the carpet.

And poop outside of the litter box.

Kittens that hack up half eaten rodents.

Kittens that find themselves drawn to have loud yet intimate kitten relations right in the middle of your front yard.

Kittens that roll in stinky filth and expect to come into the house and lay on the good upholstery like they some sort of feline royalty.






Dammit.