The other annoying behavior is when #1 kitten sleeps right next to my head.
That is not the problem; the problem is that she purrs so loudly that I can't sleep. It is sweet at some level, but the other day, she kept waking me up, so now, I just close the door completely, even though the room gets hot with the heater.
Still, I love my cats, and I enjoy watching their wacky behavior towards each other. The older cat, Polly Girl, however, was on my shit list because she scratched, an ever so small puncture, outside the corner of my daughter's right eye, and then had the cajones to hiss at her like a beast. I sprayed the cat's face and said, "No scratching the baby!" I was very upset, but have had a number of conversations with my little daughter about boundaries because she hugs like a savage, and the cat doesn't like it. Polly Girl has boundary issues, probably because her previous owners treated her like shit. The kitten can take it, so I have directed that toddler love towards Ninja.
After the incident, Simona kept saying, "Take the cat back to the store and get me a King Charles doggie! For me. For Antonio, For you. And For Daddy." Oh, how fickle toddler affection can be. That happened a couple of days ago, and she hasn't asked for the dog since, but let me tell you, that for a while taking the cat to the pound or giving it away to another cat lover crossed my mind. I know, I know, cats are cats, but that pissed me off.
Enough family drama.
I posted more of The Harvest draft. I went over the old Ashley section and made some corrections. Now, I'm too tired to write. I am on the contract bargaining team, which is a real honor, but I had way too many meetings last week. So, now that I've had coffee, it's back to bed. Ha ha. Or not, I feel a second wind coming on!
Keep on despite obligations and don't get rid of your cats. #Resist