(Taken from October 2006 entry)
For anybody who has ever cherished a kitten, this one’s for you!
Having recently purchased two of the most darling pedigreed Ragdoll kittens that you’ve ever seen, my life, and that of my patient and accommodating husband, now revolves around these captivating felines. Television has taken a back seat to this entertaining duo as they pounce, roll, ambush, and scurry about their new domain. Delighting in their antics, we have become indulgent and obliging “parents” to this new pair, paying particular attention to the placement of our feet at any given moment, lest we inadvertently step on and injure these four-pound snipers.
Of course, we willingly share our spacious king-size bed, encouraging these furry little darlings to enjoy the warmth beneath the covers, which sets off primitive stalking instincts in them as they stealthily pursue unaware toes in the dark recesses beneath the covers.
Last night being a typical night with our purring, precious pets, we drifted off into contented sleep trusting in the warm comfort of the flannel sheets and the anticipated exhaustion of our wards.
I was started awake by the dim awareness that something had just dropped on my head and I had a piercing pain in the end of my nose! Cursing and wiping at the sting, I felt the sticky warmth of my own blood! Vampires in the night? After all, it is getting close to Halloween. No! It’s “Rowdy”, the male kitten, with his early morning wake-up call, pouncing on my head with claws extended in invitation and expectation of play!
After a brief episode of creative vocabulary, the offending kitten was launched from the bed with firm warnings of the limits of human patience, the blood flow was stopped and eventual peace blanketed the boudoir turned war zone. Luckily, the kitten heeded the warning and all was well until morning.
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