This is my second to last post of the kittens that I have planned… sniff. As you can see, they’d grown a bit more and were quite lap cats. You can see why I called Patches my ‘baby’. I always held him like one, and he loved it.
Kayla and her Mittens. They would take anything. Kayla and I recently were listening to a tape recording we had done right around the time these pictures were taken. It was us playing our version of ‘Monopoly’, and through most of the recording, you can hear us talking to the cats. Or yelling at them, or sympathizing. At one point, you here just the normal sound of, “one, two, three, four,” and the tapping of our pieces on the board. And all at once Kayla let’s out a yeo. “OW! MITTENS! OWWW!” This was followed by my voice saying very matter-of-factly, “Advanced to Go!” This was followed by me humming, and Kayla mumbling quietly, “Mittens, you are mean. Now go away.” I hummed very loudly, and Kayla informed me, “He was chewing on my leg!!”
One of the best parts of the whole tape is when the two of us are just calmly talking about the game when Kayla suddenly exclaims,”Ah, get that feather out o’ his mouth!” You hear me in the background saying, “Hey! No!” and this was followed quickly by Kayla moaning. “Mittens! He’s always chewin’ on a’ feather!” Thus, a great example of how Mittens was on the more adventurous side.