I can’t believe the cuteness that I am surrounded by on an daily basis. Between Biceps, Maxwell and Bianca, there is no end to me oohing and ahhing in our house.
And, here is proof.
Seriously. How am I supposed to get any work done when this is happening right under my nose?
The answer: I don’t. I just have to give in to the cuteness, and not try to fight it.
Everyone is happier that way.
Dear Readers:
It’s been awhile since I’ve discussed the enormously cute properties of our rescue kitties. I have had a bit of a battle at my hands, hoping to train the kittens up in the way they should go. However, they are choosing to ignore my instructions and each morning I find they’ve been on the counter, the table or whatever else is off-limits.
That said, I’ve been a bit frustrated. Today, I decided to look through the cuteness of aforementioned kittens to encourage me in my struggle to gain obedience from the fur gang.
This is Bianca-who on her own-makes a little tent out of our rug in the breakfast nook. She can sneak in and out of the tent-and it says put until she returns. Pretty cute.
This is Maxwell, who repeatedly climbs onto the ledges in our Master Bathroom, only to be unable to get down on his own. He is posing-I’m sure of it-to gain cute points so that I will climb on top of the toilet and retrieve him.
Max’s butt. Nuff said.
Face plant by Max.
Cute points are about to top out at this point.
Topped out.
Ah, just what I needed to encourage me once more. Now, back to the training with a spray bottle and a “gentle, but authoritative voice”.
It will work one of these days, I’m sure of it.
Love-Rebekah
It’s getting colder and with each new passing day, the gray afternoons bleed into the dark night.
The alarm is waking me up too early-and I fight against it. After all, it’s still dark outside. The frigid wind squelches my desire to run outside-so-the treadmill gets some action once more.
Yoga pants are my outfit of choice, unless I’m forced to leave the house on some important errand which would require a jean ensemble. Then and only then, does make-up ever touch my face.
As I’m walking out of the door to retrieve much needed groceries with a Starbucks coffee mug in hand-of course, filled to the brim with Starbuck’s coffee-this is what I almost cannot bear to leave behind.
They make me second guess if we really couldn’t survive one more day on kidney beans and cream of wheat. I could turn around right now, throw the yoga pants back on and tell myself it was a valiant effort.
After all, these kittens are in their formative months. They need me. I shouldn’t abandon them while they are so young-even if it’s only for a few hours.
They need a lap to sit on, someone to pet them, to whisper to them how cute they are, to snuggle up to them…
…to share the warm covers with.
Stay strong, Rebekah. Your family needs groceries. Cream of wheat should not be eaten three times a day. And the beans, well, Biceps could use a break from the beans.
List in hand, keys in the door, I force myself to leave them behind. It’s hard to do.
Over the holidays, we are traveling to and fro, lugging the two furry beasts with us. The kittens seem to know what is up when they see the suitcases coming down from the attic.
Max usually makes a game of it, attacking any foreign object we’ve lugged down, trying to crawl inside and hide, infesting everything as we are packing.
Bianca takes it lying down. She’s chill.
But, get these two in the car and they turn polar opposites.
Maxwell, after a few nibbles of treats, sits back with a full belly and settles in.
Bianca, on the other hand, needs constant reassurance and several climbings ranging from Biceps,
…to me,
…to Maxwell,
…back again to Biceps. Treats do not satisfy her. She’s busy stepping on the window button, almost killing herself in the process, running back and forth and meowing.
Well, you get the idea. She’s what you’d call-“Unsettled”. It makes for a very long and interesting 9 hour cat-car ride. Very interesting, indeed.
