Boring day

Nothing exciting happened today.  I packed 3 1/2 drawers of clothes.  I watched kittens fight... And nap.  Etta almost fell in the giant box for the tv.  She pulled herself back up right before she slipped in completely.  It was epic.  Then she continued playing with the box.  I guess she didn't learn her lesson.  Or maybe she did cause she never fell in.  She likes to tempt fate. 

The two of them seem to be doing really good together.  They keep each other distracted when I wanna kick them out of our room but they are still social with us when we're in the same room.  Its win win.  Except when I finish a meal and they're both sleeping on me.  I just have to learn to not feel bad about disrupting sleeping kittens. 

Etta and Broyles

Now I have 2 kittens crowding my belly.  Whenever I sit down, double the cuteness ends up on my lap.  Although usually I pick Broyles up cause he's still being shy.  Etta just plays circles around him while he's still trying to figure out where he is.  Broyles is a little cutie.  He looks like a little bear.  I'm glad Etta has someone to keep her company at night now.  They slept in the shoebox together last night.  So much cuteness.  We need a bigger apartment to contain it all. 

This is my angry meow

Etta is pissed.  Every night we put her to bed in the bathroom.  We don't trust her on our bed cause she pees on it and if we left her just outside the bedroom, she would scratch on the door.  So we shut her in the bathroom and to show her displeasure, she uses every possible variation of angry meow she can.  It's kinda funny listening to her.  It's like she thinks if she can just find the right tone of voice, the door will magically open.  Or maybe she thinks it'll make us feel guilty and let her out.  Unfortunately for her, our desire for uninterrupted sleep is much stronger than our feelings of guilt.  Also my desire to not get peed on. 

This is why I'm glad they don't stay kittens forever.