I broke the monkeys! The boys, at least. When I went into the kitten room yesterday, I’d go over and pet each of them just a little bit, and then I’d go across the room and sit on the floor and talk to them. The girls would just ignore me, but the boys would look at me and meow like “Come back here!” I’d talk and talk to them, then when they’d start to settle down, I’d go back and pet each of them juuuuust a little, just until they were starting to like it, and then off I’d go to the other side of the room.
Lem jumped down off the tree onto the condo (which is right next to the tree) and he hung out next to the condo and eyeballed me and thought about it, but refused to come any closer.
Finally, Delmar was like “FINE!” and jumped down and came over to be petted. After some petting, he and I stretched out on the floor, face-to-face, and he purred and slept a little, and then eventually Lem was like “Hmmm. He seems to be safe over there with her. Maybe I would be safe, too!”, so he came over for petting, though he didn’t stay for long.
My tongue is absolutely in shreds from my biting it so I won’t squeeze them to death. They are SERIOUSLY cute and sweet, these kittens.
Last night at bedtime, Fred and I went into the kitten room together and at one point not only did we have all four kittens on the floor with us, but three of them were playing!
Not bad for less than a week, I’ll say.
“Hellew.”
Claudette the gorgeous.
“Whyyyyyyyy you make me come down off the tree and come over to you for love? Whyyyyyy?”
Delmar on the floor. We lay face-to-face for a long time yesterday afternoon. I said “You’re going to break my heart, aren’t you?” and he said “That’s my plan, ma’am.”
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