Gracie is very proud of her litter. They are well rounded and very happy babies, purring and cuddly, all except Flaire - Are we never to get a loving one? We ALWAYS keep the naughty ones, ones that THWAK me on my head and spit at me. Watch out kids, I am the King around here you know.
With their bags packed with homemade tartan and fluffy fleece blankies and ickle homemade fluffy mousies and a sardine each (not a real one!!) A bag full of food and cat litter and all their documents in a pack with photographs on a USB stick. Pretty much all a kitten needs to start afresh - that and a new human to wrap around their paws!
Already we have had reports of naughty doings. Widdling from Floki and Kevin - tut tut both. But it's all very overwhelming when you go to a new home and everything is so much bigger and more frightening than home. So a few helping words of advice from Momma and all was restored and widdling resumed in the right places again! Devons are such naughty beasties if things are not 'just so'. We take it upon ourselves to dispute by laying down our laws. Litter must be deep and trays covered. None of this standing in a centimeter of litter having it splash up your legs - oh no. We are delicate souls and want it our way! Changing litter is a no no too. It must be exactly the same unless you are changing for cat grit and then, well, we all love cat grit! Of course, the food we have eaten for the first 14weeks of our lives is now null and void and anything Momma has sent with them will be totally ignored. It's the law!
Sometimes when Uncle Paul looks after us, I take it upon myself to leave Chocolate Gold on the bath mat! I don't know why I do it and I only do it on day one. Shrug. I am just so angry that they have left me here with dangerous arguing CatWomen with no escape, that I have to show my upset by making a stinky and of course creating more work. I once had an accident on the ensuite mat when I made a tiny squeak at ManSlave to be let out of the bedroom for a no.2. He missed me asking and I made haste to the mat to deposit my Chocoate Gold. ManSlave awoke in a frenzy of coughing, I sat on his chest and watched him wake up, purring away with a smile on my face as he struggled for breath at the stench and couldn't move because I was holding him down. I was not in favour all that day - I never understand? I DID ASK!