Here we are - Tuesday afternoon and I am just recovering from my trip to the RSPCA this morning. Really busy in the 'middle room' - we have 18 kittens in there spread over the 8 pens. All of them wanted to play - oh dear. Trying to clean up round them when they think its playtime is not easy. One ran up my arm and settled on my back (hanging on like grim death with very sharp claws!) and I just couldn't get my arm round to reach him, so had to be rescued by someone else.(So much for all the yoga to keep me flexible then!)
We have to bend down on the floor with dustpan and brush when in the outside of the pens. I find it easiest to simply go onto my knees - and as you might guess had a kitten on each of my calves whilst kneeling there. They are such little terrors. they all have their own name of course - Simon, Amy, Connor etc. etc. but as I've said before they all think they are called 'Geroffyoulittlesod'.
They chewed on my fingers, jumped on my brush, tried to chew my glasses. One escaped from the pen 3 times and 3 in another pen, who had to be weighed, chewed away on the little rubber on/off switch of the scales and wouldn't sit still to be weighed. Oh it's fun and I love them all to bits.
If you are thinking of getting a kitten at Christmas though please just be sure its 'for keeps'. Love Brenda
