it seemed like a good idea at the time
Day three of five kittens living in my 15 x 17 office. Big mistake. I change the litter once a day and sift it every few hours and the place still smells like the men's room in Grand Central circa 1976.
They sleep much of the day but come alive in the late afternoon, bouncing off the walls, climbing the bookcases and kicking books off with glee.
How can an eight week-old kitten push the M-W Third International off a shelf? It must weigh five or six pounds.
The little black one climbs my leg, clambers up to my shoulder, pauses briefly and then sinks her claws into my scalp and hoists herself atop my head.
Appalling little savages. I have no idea of what to do with them. I've called four or five rescue outfits, all to no avail.
I'm trying to work, dammit. They don't care.
Update: Fritos. They like Fritos. I have given them the whole bag. Perhaps they will leave me alone for a while.