MIA

I’m temporarily MIA, being held in a kitten prison camp.  They force me to feed them every few hours, to clean up their poop, and to mix bottle after bottle of formula.  They only permit me to sleep for about 4 hours at a time.  If I walk into their room and dawdle in producing a bottle of food they wail and scold me to pay attention to their starvation.  While I feed them they purr and purr and act all cute and innocent, and I fear I’m becoming a victim of Stockholm syndrome.  If they get poop on my foot, I just don’t care… that’s how far I’ve sunken.  If I owe you email, or something else important (for example, a Christmas card from this year), I promise to get to it by mid-February.  I’m shocked by how tired I am, dealing with three little 8 ounce captors.  They are pretty damned cute, though.

Thank you very much to my sister for my Great Big Sea CD/DVD set, which is about the only thing energetic about my days.

Posted by Leigh-Ann on 12/29 at 01:07 AM

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  1. Hang in there.  It seems your heart has been stolen by three little furry tykes. :-)

    Posted by Simply Coll  on  12/30  at  11:31 AM
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