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| Stacey on guard |
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| Ready to play |
They are so cute when they are play fighting!
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| The full color spectrum of kittens |
Or would you prefer all white or pure black?
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| Laverne & Ralphie |
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| Shirley & Ritchie |
They are all old enough now to be cuddled and kissed, and believe me I've been giving them plenty! I have also given my family and friends free reign to do the same. All the adoration that's coming their way ... poor kittens won't know what hit them!
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One of my friends came by to feed the kittens when I was work and had a hilarious experience that I just have to share:
"Yesterday was fun.
Right in the middle of playing with the baby kittehs, a
GIANT black spider (like one of those huge wolf spiders) comes running into the
bathroom.
I start panicking. You know I hate spiders. I'm crying (on
the inside), the kittens are crying (ok, more than likely they are just
chatting and being kittens), and suddenly he starts to charge towards us like
he has some sort of vendetta for taking over the bathroom with cuteness. So I
take the only weapon that I have: the feather toy, which only moments before
was providing a fun and enjoyable evening for all involved and I swat the
spider.
Well, that didn't do much, cause you know, it's a feather.
The spider goes running behind the kitty litter boxes, more than likely to plan
his next attack and I'm left shaking, cause I haven't seen one of those spiders
in awhile, and they are damn terrifying. But I've gotta save the kittens right?
So I tell them I'll be right back, and I run into the kitchen and grab a glass,
thinking that I'll catch the spider and let him go outside, no harm done and
hey, while I'm at it, I'll take a photo of him to send to you cause why
not? :)
So I come back with the glass, and I'm slowly pulling back
the kitty litter, and all the kittens are trying to figure out why i'm moving
the kitty litter so they start swarming. "No baby kittehs," I say,
transporting them back to their bed, "it's dangerous!" Of course I
keep on having to switch between trying to find the spider and trying to keep
the baby kittehs away, cause they have no idea what I'm saying.
Finally I move the litter box enough to see the spider. It's
like he's waiting for me to find him, like the villain at the end of all the
superhero movies. He's under the cupboard in the corner, lurking in the shadows
and all that. If he had a dark, twisted monologue about how he and I are the
same, that's where he would've said it. So while this spider is doing his
little monologue and staring me down, I reach for the feather thing to poke him
to get him out. Then, in a super lightning motion, he comes out way too fast,
and he's hurdling towards me. So I take the cup and in my attempt to capture
him...
I squish him.
He explodes into a oozy, crumpled mess between the cup and
floor.
1. I'm like gagging cause there's dead spider guts on the
bathroom floor, and
2. I'm now sad that I didn't get a photo to go along with
this horrible story.
I hope you're having fun at work o.O
Yes, I washed the cup."
My friend is a creative writing student at UBC. She's got a way with words.
Vancouver Orphan Kitten Rescue Association
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