We used to have a nice home
For the last week, I have been spending some quality time with Max and the kittens. We’ve been operating under the radar and laying low. Going to the movies everyday, eating good food and trying to stay out of the rain.
The kittens are getting bigger each week, and they are slowly but surely destroying the apartment. The beautiful paper lamps on either side of the living room couch have been eviscerated. It seems that when I let them into the bedroom on occassion, (and by occassion I mean so as to stop the constant crying that happens outside our door each morning) they head straight for those few items I so desperately hope they dont destroy. They must have a special radar that feeds off my panic.
I’m being a little dramatic. We are actually loving them and to watch them play is better than anything on the tv. They never seem to tire from rolling around and playing and fighting and running and climbing the curtains and hiding in pants and eating the chair.
We are happy to keep the toilet paper sitting on some weird high shelf. We are happy to wrap the plants and plant pots in tin foil. We are happy to hide lots of precious things in the closet. We are happy because there is nothing better than laying down on the couch to watch a movie with two kittens snuggle up and purring next to you.
It is true. They are so cute when they’re sleeping.
