The kittens are going to be spayed and neutered tomorrow, poor babies. Last night I got two carriers out and put them in the kitten room. Marion and Lem thought they were the funnest toys ever, kept running in and sniffing them and then racing back out. Delmar and Claudette were uninterested. Hopefully they’ll remain uninterested right until I pick them up and pop them inside tomorrow morning.
Know what’s annoying? Let me TELL you what’s annoying. I go up and visit with the kittens many times a day. I bring them a snack. I pet them. I tell them how pretty they are. I rub their fuzzy little bellies. I gently toss toy mice across the room for them to chase. I lay down and let them crawl all over me. They purr and rub against me, they tell me I’m awesome.
And then. AND THEN. At bedtime, Fred goes upstairs and into the kitten room. I don’t know what he does in there in the few minutes that I’m brushing my teeth and taking out my contacts, but when I go into the room, the kittens could NOT care less about me. They’re chasing the feather-on-a-stick toy, they’re rolling around on their backs play-fighting with Fred, they’re rubbing against him purring and telling him how awesome he is.
They might eventually come over and allow me to pet them for a brief instant before they go back to THE FUN GUY, but they always abandon me for him.
I’m the one who gives them snacks! I’m the one who scoops out their litter boxes!
This is completely unfair.
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Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Everyone needs a brudder to help keep him clean.
They are all gorgeous and looking quite happy thanks to their wonderful foster mom and dad. I love the stripe down the torties nose!
P.S. Looks like an exclamation point, actually. As in beware of tortie-tude? 🙂
I think it’s just as well I live in Australia, as I’d be adopting Marion & Delmar in 5 seconds flat! They are beautiful little kitties, all four, very refined little faces & bods.
Hmmm, then again as well as the international thing my kitties would get jealous – I have two huge ridiculously fluffy, heavy maned, pantalooned, brush-tailed Maine Coons. They haven’t stopped growing yet & weigh at least 7 kg each. Was Mr Fancypants a Maine Coon, & being from Maine are you familiar with the breed?
Oh & my two do the same with my husband; they’re all over me all day but when he gets home from work it’s All About The Man. Pfffft, ungrateful wretches.
Jules, Fancypants wasn’t a Maine Coon, but I LOVE Maine Coons. They’re so huge and gorgeous. God help us if we ever end up with a litter of them, because I’d LOVE to have one!