Keeping the Kittens Amused
Now that it's warming up, the kittens have discovered that there is An Outside, which can be observed through the screen doors.
One can look out the kitchen door, for instance; there are birds out on the lawn, happy grasses grokking , and new smells wafting in:
And besides that, the wildlife is reproducing itself and getting all busy and spring-like, which means not only more movement outside the door, but more movement inside it. Last night I was lying in bed, wondering why the kittens were so intent on stalking my gym bag, when I realized that the rustling sound I was hearing was coming not from the kittens, who were outside the gym bag, but from something IN it.
Sam came up to look, on account of being a fearless knight of true courage, and took the whole gym bag outside and liberated its visitor, which was not, as we had assumed, a mouse, but a mole instead.
What the hell.
Sam wanted to know if I'd brought the mole in with the gym bag, but no, I didn't. I thought maybe Dara, who's taken to dragging anything he can manage all around the house (bags of yarn, yoga blocks, packaging materials -- especially bubble wrap -- oddments rescued from the trash) had found the mole in the basement (where the mice and the snakes hang out), and brought it upstairs. Sam thought maybe the mole had crawled up the heating vent and got into the bedroom that way.
It's exciting, living in a handmade house. There's lots of little doors for the wildlife to come in. Later on, for instance, the chimney swifts will fly down the chimney and thrash around in the house. The kittens will have LOTS of fun then.
This ought to make up for our having stolen their mole before they were finished stalking it.
One can look out the kitchen door, for instance; there are birds out on the lawn, happy grasses grokking , and new smells wafting in:
And besides that, the wildlife is reproducing itself and getting all busy and spring-like, which means not only more movement outside the door, but more movement inside it. Last night I was lying in bed, wondering why the kittens were so intent on stalking my gym bag, when I realized that the rustling sound I was hearing was coming not from the kittens, who were outside the gym bag, but from something IN it.
Sam came up to look, on account of being a fearless knight of true courage, and took the whole gym bag outside and liberated its visitor, which was not, as we had assumed, a mouse, but a mole instead.
What the hell.
Sam wanted to know if I'd brought the mole in with the gym bag, but no, I didn't. I thought maybe Dara, who's taken to dragging anything he can manage all around the house (bags of yarn, yoga blocks, packaging materials -- especially bubble wrap -- oddments rescued from the trash) had found the mole in the basement (where the mice and the snakes hang out), and brought it upstairs. Sam thought maybe the mole had crawled up the heating vent and got into the bedroom that way.
It's exciting, living in a handmade house. There's lots of little doors for the wildlife to come in. Later on, for instance, the chimney swifts will fly down the chimney and thrash around in the house. The kittens will have LOTS of fun then.
This ought to make up for our having stolen their mole before they were finished stalking it.
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