C day +4

Preface: I wanted to adopt cats, and somebody was getting rid of 2 just in time. I kept them from going to the shelter. Little did I know they would be a handful


Friday 5/6: I grab Jake and his cat carriers and make a small hop to pick up my new furry poop monsters kitties. Its a handful getting them into the carrier, but we succeed and take them to their new home. I've adopted 2 kitties, a small black one, and a huge longhair one. one of which refuses to leave the cat carrier until after dinner and several hours later.


I leave to go have a bonfire in clifton, knowing full well that my apartment might be trashed by the time I get back... I was partly right.


Somewhere between cooking and drinks, they both found their way into my bedroom while I was away. Long story short, my bed was a hairy mess, and I found a lump in my comforter.




Apparently, I adopted the not-so-naked-molerat breed of cat, who enjoys burrowing into my comforter. I just changed those sheets.


Saturday 5/7: I awake to something burrowing into my bed again, and something on my head. I get woken up with less than 5 hrs of sleep. I was more happy to see they didn't puke on my carpet. Uneventful day for the most part. Bought an emory cat, which they seemed to like. Catnip is an amazing substance, until you overdue it. I accidentally nipped my big white & black one (jingles) so hard he yaks on my carpet.... great.


Sunday 5/8: Get woken up early again, kitties are getting adjusted now. They're smart enough to use their head to force open my bedroom door. Even tying the door shut wont keep them from "Operation sit on anything made for your bed". I didn't know two cats could poop so much, litterbox looks like the Balkans every morning.



With that brief synopsis of the sad hilarity of my situation, I come to Monday, where after getting a decent night's sleep, I get awoken by the hammerhead kitties opening my bedroom door and playing with me 20 minutes before my alarm was set to wake me. They've lost their fear of the unknown, and feel its possible to jump onto the kitchen counter and cooktop without remorse. They know where the catnip is, and will hound me until I pull some out.