Hyperactive in their bones

[susie_flo]

Those kittens were hyperactive ALL night long.  I am totally sending them to special school.  Besides thundering up and down the corridor relentlessly they pounced on my head lots and also set the Roomba off.  I have no idea how long it was running around the flat before the whirring woke me up.  (I punished them with corporal cuddling.)

Oh my poor neighbours.  G and I tend to be quite soft-footed around the flat, but between thundering kittens and visits from a toddler, it must sound like we're racing baby elephants.  We've ordered a long runner to go down our hallway to see if that helps.  (But I reckon we might need rugs everywhere at this rate).

Harriet proved herself to be challenged in the memory department this morning by jumping in the bath AGAIN while the shower was running and then scrabbling in horror to get out again.   (Every time I pick that kitten up she is wet.)

Unfortunately I do have to go out today after all, but all being well I will back home by 2pm for afternoon hibernation.

Meanwhile I'm soothing my addled brain (and compensating for the lack of snow) by listening to Heart of Snow by Marc Almond, which was kindly recommended by ms_siobhan  and is delightfully Russian.

Hope you all have lovely frosty Saturdays,  If you have snow, send it down here - am jealous.

x

Comments

[ms-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I can also recommend a special school for kittens - it's based in Leeds so a bit of a trek but it would be well worth it ;-)

Lucia is in the front window again scrabbling along the window ledge from one side to the other chasing something we can't see. Mapp is watching with a look of 'why are you doing that? there is a radiator on full beneath you, just right for snuggling up against'.

We saw Mr Almond performing on Monday at Leeds Grand - absolutely stunning and he sang one song off Heart On Snow in honour of troops who have died and who are still serving. It got (as did all the songs) a very big cheer indeed.

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

This album is making me want to search for Russian male choral music on Spotify.

[ms-siobhan.livejournal.com]

He did another one of russian folk songs - Heart On Snow is a mix of his own songs and traditional ones. Orpheus in Exile I think it's called - it has some really beautiful songs on it. A chum of mine who has russian parents said it took right back to being little listening to them sing.

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Ooh, thanks -I'll look it up

[ms-siobhan.livejournal.com]

PS we have quite a bit of snow

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

snot fair!

[lazy-hoor.livejournal.com]

We have snow! And thunder! And lightening! :O

Bonnie is delightfully dim. She always seems incredibly surprised/excited if she's on the patio and I open the bedroom window: "OMG! I can get into the flat through that window! BRILLIANT!"

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Daft mogs all of them :-)
And tsk, everyone has snow!

[ivory-goddess.livejournal.com]

everyone has snow!

We don't!

[chiller.livejournal.com]

You have two years of this ahead of you.

I really don't like kittens for this reason. But it's worth it to end up with a lovely, lovely adult cat.

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Aw, imagine you not liking kittens. I mean, ok - adult cats are lovely and soft and cuddly and loyal... and kittens are naughty, insufferable little buggers. But they are SO cute.

[chiller.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I am relatively immune to cute. *hangs head* I genuinely prefer my cats when they're old enough that they don't fall off stuff / try to jump onto the cooker / knock things over / have to go through stressful neutering procedures / generally act in a challenging and childish manner. That's not to say my lot don't spend a significant portion of the day careering around the place at head-height, as if every wall were the Wall of Death, and they were tiny motorcyclists - because they DO, and I love it. But now they're older, physically coordinated, and know the rules, which involves them running across my face a bit less often, and never involves them scampering across the gas cooker, or falling head-first into the toilet, which means I am not constantly on tenterhooks in case they die.