I tell ya', Tabby and Reina outdid themselves this morning...and, yes, I am worse for the wear. I get off at 5:00AM each morning and go home looking forward to Mr. Bed. I open the door and the terrible two are waiting out of curiosity to see the hairless one coming in, as usual. I remove my work clothes, crawl into bed for the proverbial long nap when Tabby and Reina decides that it would be a good time to release all their pent-up kitten-ness. After all, they've been sleeping all night and are just full of it!

What did they do, you ask... what didn't they do, I reply. Play fighting on the bed, near the bed, and under the bed (especially under the bed... could hear them hitting their noggins on the slats and wonder why they don't have humungous bumps on their heads from the activity). Then one of them do the quick scurry thing across the covers, usually followed by the other (guess it must be the cat version of Follow the Leader). Then they scamper across the pillows (although Reina, to her credit, did stop and gently touched my forearm as if to say "Sorry, human!" before jettisoning off onto the floor.) Some so and so bought them a little ball toy with a bell in it and, of course, they were batting that around, too. As I was trying to get comfortable in the bed, my bare foot emerged from under the covers. Never did figure out which one decided to attack it.

Of course, revenge will be sweet... they usually lay in for an afternoon nap... and guess who's gonna be there to scamper under the bed, knock the ball-bell around, and chew on some paws????

Copyright © Roger Hooker
July 17, 2001