This weekend I was talking to my best friend, Beth, about her new kitten. Ah the days of kittenhood! They are wild and crazy at that stage, aren't they?
I got my current cats Christmas of 2004 when they were 14 weeks old. At that time, I was working long hours, starting at 3pm and getting home anytime between midnight and 3am. I would be so, so tired in the morning (I usually got up around noon). My kittens would awake early, and want to play with me. Ebony would knead her paws - claws out! - on my body, purring very loudly and squeezing her eyes. Then they would get to chasing each other, running ellipticals on top of me. One morning, I woke up at 6am to the Indy 500 being held on my mattress. In my sleepy state, I stumbled to the door, opened it, and said, "Out! Out!" Then, I went back to bed.
When I woke up for real later that morning, I laughed at how I thought my cats might stop if I just said, "Out!" I don't remember them bothering me anymore!
Ah I miss the days of kittenhood. I don't miss the crazy wild playing though. :-)