The kittens are now 10 weeks old. They have taken apart everything they can reach, jumped on all of the furniture, eaten and shit out a hundred bucks worth of kitten food. The litterbox is an ongoing struggle to keep clean and stink free. They scratch and bite and fit under the doors.
The kittens are also consistently underfoot and need constant care. And I'm going to miss waking up to their little faces in the morning. I'm going to miss the companionship and delight they bring to each day I have been blessed to spend with them.
One of them is biting my foot right now. They do that a lot. They wake us up by jumping on our heads. Any time someone in the house needs to de-stress, we play with the kittens. We call it Kitten Therapy and although these little beings were unplanned for, messy, annoying in their "I look like a sock on the floor in the dark" qualities, it takes one tilted-headed look from those fur-enclosed eyes to feel the hope in the world.
For my first post, it's not great, but it's a pretty good start.
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