I have two kittens. Furball and Friska are their names. They are so cute, adorable, and loveable.
Script that! These kittens are not as loveable as you may think. They ransack my house, leaving it looking like a tornado came through.
Nothing or nowhere is off limit from these kittens on speed. They will leap on everything and anything, from on the kitchen table, to on the TV. Friska even leaped into the toilet while it was being flushed. He was almost a goner that day. Furball likes to take over my grandbaby’s play pen, and just try to stop him.
One night while I was trying to sleep, Friska decided he wanted to take a walk, (what was so wrong about that you ask?), it was on my face. It seems that he was ready to eat, at 2 o’clock in the morning, and this was the only way he could wake me up to let me know that. And speaking of eating, if I give them food that they don’t like, they will treat it like it is poop and try to cover it up.
And when they fight each other, they go straight for the jugular. They will fight and play hard, anyplace, anytime. Sometimes they will play so hard that it sounds like someone is trying to break in the house.
But at the end of the day, I would not get rid of them for all the money in the world. (Wait maybe just some of the money in the world, let’s be real here!!!)
Well here they come gotta go, before they realize that I am writing about them. I don’t even want to imagine what they might do.