My foster kittens have really come out of their shell this week.
By coming out of their shell, of course I mean they’ve figured out how much fun it is to knock over breakable items.
When I got back from the gym this afternoon, I came into my office to find Gomez on top of my desk. When I caught him, he looked guilty as sin, the little hooligan. Upon further investigation, I found that my mail was now scattered on the ground and one of my picture frames was knocked over.
“Gomez Van Halen Addams, what have you been doing?” I asked in a stern voice, doing my best concerned parent act.
He looked right up at me with one little black paw up, blinked slowly, paused for dramatic effect and then defiantly knocked over the other picture on my desk.
He stared at me stubbornly, daring me to react.
Almost as if on cue, his sister Wednesday came out from behind my laptop and tackled him, knocking my headphones onto the floor in the process.
“Listen you little insurrectionists, this is not the Capitol! We have manners in this house!” I complained emphatically.
They were unimpressed with my tirade, ignoring my ranting while they continued to wrestle at my feet.
That is, until Wednesday discovered my shoelaces and declared, “MINE!!!” So I stood there like a chump for the next five minutes while they untied my shoes and attacked my ankles.
Clearly the balance of power has shifted between us.
Now, as I write this, Wednesday is climbing the drapes while Gomez uses the back of my chair as a jungle gym. It’s utter chaos in my office — and I can’t remember a time when I was happier.
As it turns out, I really enjoy little furry creatures taking over my home and demanding my attention with their manipulative cuteness. It makes the work day feel a lot less like work — and their comical antics are a perfect antidote to mindless social media scrolling.
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