I have made no progress on any of my projects this week. My only goal has been to keep these little kitties alive, which isn’t going terribly well. Whiskers died this morning. I haven’t told my kids yet (he died at the vet’s office after dropping them off at school) and they are going to be devastated.
Keeping Kitty away from the kitties is a full-time job on its own. She has snuck away from me a few times to hold them, try to feed them (by gently jamming the bottle into their ears), or attempted to wipe their buttholes to make them poop. “Kitty poop, Mommy?” she chirped happily, probably wondering why I wasn’t more grateful for her contribution.
So, when she disappeared into my bathroom for a few minutes, I was frankly grateful for some peace. I heard some rustling and her voice saying, “Candy cane!” which made me a little nervous because there aren’t many things in the bathroom that I want her putting in her mouth. There also aren’t many things in our bathroom that she hasn’t already put in her mouth, for the record. (Toilet brush? Check. Plunger? Check. She’s building an immune system of steel.) Anyway, it didn’t make me nervous enough to go investigate.
Eventually, I discovered her newly discovered toy/treat.
Me: “Whatcha got there, Kitty?”
Her: “Candy cane.”
Me: “Meh. Knock yourself out, kid.”