The kittens are being awful...they've wrecked the bathroom...chewed the toilet rolls and sent bottles of nail varnish flying...tipped shampoo over so it leaked everywhere and ate the Spider plant...attacked the loo brush and somehow managed to stuff it behind the chest of drawers...then they had a fight with the rag rug and pulled bits of fabric out of it so now it has a bald patch...
This afternoon they rampaged around the kitchen...broke a plate and bit a hole in the bag of cat litter...Molly was teetering about on the shelf where I keep my cookery books and fell off onto the scales which then fell on the floor and broke the bowl...
She shot into the bedroom at ninety miles an hour and landed on the top shelf of books...tail swishing back and forth and her eyes as big as saucers, from fright I suppose...
Little Murphy sticks his tongue into Molly's ears while holding her down with his arms...she wriggles and he holds on for grim death before suddenly taking a bite at her neck...then they beat each other up with their hind legs pounding away...
Molly slides across the floor on her side...propelling herself with her feet while Murphy lies in wait behind the settee...leaping out at her with a blood-curdling yowl...
They tramp across the laptop key- board unleashing all manner of odd messages...ferret in my little bag of assorted nuts and dried Black Olives...fish tissues out of pockets and shred them all over the floor and munch away on furry moths and spiders...Crane flies are their favourites, they'll stalk them for hours...batting at them with soft paws.
Eating a bowl of cereal in the morning is virtually impossible when both kittens are hell-bent on the contents of the milk jug...they take flying leaps and land in the middle of the table...put them down and it makes not the slightest difference...back they come again.
Can't get cross of course...not when Molly looks at you intently with her strange yellow eyes and Murphy pats your arm with an enormous paw and searches your face with his eyes slightly crossed...
The very nearly dead Spider plant is hanging off the shower rail now...the loo roll is kept on the soap dish in the shower...my packet of nuts and dried Black Olives are safe in a tin with a well-fitting lid...I switch my laptop off instead of leaving it running, so as not to get weird and wonderful stuff appear on the screen...Himself carries the kittens about in the evening...one tucked under each arm as they seek out spiders and moths...he actually prods the unfortunate creatures with one of my walking sticks so the kittens can catch them...
Wouldn't be without them now...