Turns out the two sweet little angel kittens we rescued from the pound are actually unholy terrors. Hell cats.
OK, not really, but I haven’t had a kitten in a really long time and I forgot how insane they are. These two hardly stop moving all day, hence the lack of new pictures, because I’m too slow and they all turn out blurry.
They zoom through the house at top speed, knocking shit over, tearing holes in the couches. If Jethro happens to be next to you on the couch and you so much as move a pinky, he attacks it. They play in their litter box, throwing sand this way and that. Then they kick the clumps of poo out and bat them around.
They’re still awfully cute though. Jethro dragged this toy shark out of my bedroom (yes, I have a stuffed toy shark in my bedroom. I also have a stingray) all the way to the living room and proceeded to terrorize it. Millie tried to get in on the action, but Jethro had the situation under control.
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