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We spent the weekend doing some renovation and organization of the basement. You see, Vlad and Erzabet are going to be released from the kitten room TODAY. Yes, they will finally get to explore the house, and meet the elder kitties!
But first we have to make the basement less of a chaos storage. Because while the elder kitties aren't particularly interested in investigating the various nooks and crannies, oh, the kittens will be. And I'd rather not have a kitten worm their way into a tiny hole, and then rampage around inside the walls.
I am exhausted. And I ache. Because I keep ... ignoring the fact that I have an illness that means I have less physical reserves than I expect. Look, I know it's dumb for me to do that, but I still think I'm capable of Doing All The Things, so finding out I'm not is maddening. My back feels like I've been beaten with rocks, I'm really tired, and yet I'm still pushing myself, because Things Must Be Done. (Go ahead, lecture me if it makes you feel better. I know I'm being dumb.)
But later this evening, kittens! Roaming the house! Yay! Tho' I suspect that Trinian's reaction is not going to to be "yay", but be more along the lines of "oh g-d not again i hate you people and kittens whyyyyyyyy". I'm hoping Ruthven will be a little more excited and happy about the kittens.
To sum up: Ow, ow, OW. But kittens!
EDIT: Kittenpocalypse has been postponed until TOMORROW. Because the choice was between getting All The Things done today and being too tired and exhausted to enjoy frolicking kittens, or being coherent and not crying from exhaustion. Plus tomorrow is the thirteenth, which in my worldview is a lucky day. KITTENPOCALYPSE TOMORROW!
But first we have to make the basement less of a chaos storage. Because while the elder kitties aren't particularly interested in investigating the various nooks and crannies, oh, the kittens will be. And I'd rather not have a kitten worm their way into a tiny hole, and then rampage around inside the walls.
I am exhausted. And I ache. Because I keep ... ignoring the fact that I have an illness that means I have less physical reserves than I expect. Look, I know it's dumb for me to do that, but I still think I'm capable of Doing All The Things, so finding out I'm not is maddening. My back feels like I've been beaten with rocks, I'm really tired, and yet I'm still pushing myself, because Things Must Be Done. (Go ahead, lecture me if it makes you feel better. I know I'm being dumb.)
But later this evening, kittens! Roaming the house! Yay! Tho' I suspect that Trinian's reaction is not going to to be "yay", but be more along the lines of "oh g-d not again i hate you people and kittens whyyyyyyyy". I'm hoping Ruthven will be a little more excited and happy about the kittens.
To sum up: Ow, ow, OW. But kittens!
EDIT: Kittenpocalypse has been postponed until TOMORROW. Because the choice was between getting All The Things done today and being too tired and exhausted to enjoy frolicking kittens, or being coherent and not crying from exhaustion. Plus tomorrow is the thirteenth, which in my worldview is a lucky day. KITTENPOCALYPSE TOMORROW!
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