Which means it’s time to play my two very favorite games…
1. Keep the hell off my keyboard, and
2. Don’t climb Daddy’s leg. No, seriously, don’t … GET THE HELL OFF MY LEG.
She keeps making dashes for LB’s nether regions, which is severely weirding him out. Click has moved under the porch steps, coming inside only to eat and complain. Ghost is just pretending the whole thing isn’t happening. Right now nobody but the kitten is very happy with me.
As I type this, the kitten is literally climbing the walls. I must be getting old. I used to think kittens were fun, but now I can’t wait for this one to – GET OFF MY LEG, DAMMIT! – grow up.
Don’t you have one climbable leg? You just need to teach her which is which.