Just a short note on a subject in front of my mind these past few days: how kittens are like children. I know you're going to think me dense, especially as having had many different kinds of pets growing up, but I really thought I could handle the new rescue kitten in my life. I've never been shy around children, and I enjoy their energy, so I figured the kitten would be fun in much the same way. A few weeks later I can tell you my whole position on the subject has altered. I now feel it is well I do not have children of my own- unless I also had stock in Yale or another lock-making company.
His name is Nemo (after the Jules Verne captain, not the film fish) and he is a spelunker. Where I didn't have doors I had to put them up. Where I had doors I have had to install child-proof locks. Counters aren't safe- I've moved all my knick-knacks to cupboards. Scratches, claw marks and paw prints decorate my formerly shiny, waxed surfaces. I am only relieved that he hasn't discovered the joys of curtain climbing.
So as I write this I have him locked into the office with me. You try concentrating while locked in a room with a hyper kitten, a space heater and a litterbox...
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