amara trashing plants
I’m not complaining ….. but sometimes fostering feels like a cross between running a B&B and a borstal!
another casualty of the over enthusiastic furry gardeners
In the olden days when it was just the midgecat and me, we had a meditation CD. Mainly silence, but with the intermittent sound of a bell to bring one’s concentration back. I’m thinking of recording something similar ………. periods of silence ……. with intermittent cries of “get down” and “leave that alone”. I could leave it on repeat and guarantee that 85% of the time it would be a valid comment on a delinquent kitten’s behaviour. Perhaps if I also recorded shouts of “Obi!” and “Amara!” and set it to shuffle tracks I could still hit the mark 50% of the time. They’re little rogues ……. adorable little rogues ……… but little horrors none the less. They sooo need a home of their own where they can have more attention than they’re having now and the run of a garden where they can be little monkeys to their hearts content and work off some of that kitten energy.
Surely there must be someone out there who values their house plants and sanity less than the satisfaction of having saved these two from a life of furry crime?
accidental fosterer 