Kitten magnet

I've noticed an odd phenomenon lately around this apartment.  Whenever I sit still long enough, there's a sleeping kitten on me.  When I finish my morning cereal, I have to move a sleeping kitten off me.  Anytime I sit on my bed: sleeping kitten.  I waited an hour to get my lunch today because I didn't want to disrupt her nap.  She wasn't even done either, I had to move her cause I was so hungry.  I'm laying on the bed as I write this and she's actually not on me.  She's curled up under my arm.  I kicked her off the bed when she farted while curled up on my chest.  Farting is not cute, even for kittens.  Especially so close to my face. 

Sometimes it's cute having a tiny fluffy shadow.  Except when she wants to play and tries to trip me EVERY STEP I TAKE.  I've never had such a cuddly kitten.  I blame the pregnancy.  Olive used to be a daddy's girl until I got pregnant and then she was all over me.  I guess kittens are sensitive to pregnancy too. 

Kitten play time

I seem to be blogging from my phone a lot.  Sometimes it's just too much effort to get the lap top from under the bed.  I wish I had a keyboard that would attach to my phone.  I would never use the computer again.  I would be texting with my full size keyboard all day. 

I have a kitten attacking my feet right now.  She's really cute until she gets her claws out.  John did a kitten grenade under my blanket earlier and I got scratched.  Playful kitten and bare flesh do not go well together.  Protective gear must be worn at all times during insane kitten play time.  Luckily she'll be getting a little brother in a few weeks so they can play with each other and attack us less.  Either that or we'll just have double kittens attacking our feet.