I haven’t written about the Trouble Twins in a while, so here goes: High Adventure. One recent evening, I heard growling coming from the porch. I investigated to make certain the Trouble Twins weren’t talking trash with one of the neighborhood toms. They weren’t. Mayhem, however, was getting medieval on a cicada that was as big as my thumb, smacking it with his paw and growling as he did so. Mischief sat nearby, watching with…
Since the weather sucks and I don’t feel well, I give you…. total cuteness: (Checkout that paw action in the first photo. Ain’t they sweet? Why can’t they be this sweet at 3 a.m.?)
Mischief just trotted through the room with her toy octopus, looking for all the world like….. (wait for it….)….. “CTHULU-KITTY!”
Late last night, (or technically, would that be early this morning?), Mayhem discovered my secret stash of kitty treats and catnip mousies. Yep, I’d been holding out on him. I plucked a few things out of the clearance bin last time I went to the pet store and was saving them later. (After all, cats don’t care if the mouse is Christmas colored, as long as it has catnip in it, right?) Well, later apparently…
Oh yeah, Mayhem definitely hates his new collar. He’s been much more tolerant of it since I snipped the bell off. (Who decided that all cat collars come with a bell attached, anyway?) Mischief wasn’t amused, either. The collars are just an experiment. The Trouble Twins have so much fur that the collars disappear under the ruff. Mayhem had such a conniption over the bell that I doubt I’ll get him to tolerate an ID…
