Prepare to be outraged. I am just going to put it right out there: I am not in love with two kittens in my house right now.
This isn’t my first kitten rodeo. At one point in the last twenty-five years I accidentally had something like a dozen kittens of various ages all at the same time, and that was before the addition of the studio. I’m talking a dozen kittens and two mamas, one of which was barely out of kittenhood herself, in 700 square feet of what amounted to one giant kitten playpen.
Somehow I didn’t go crazy back then, or at least if I did I have repressed it. All I know is that now, in 2025, I have two kittens and why did I ever do this to myself???
My house has been torn apart. It looks like it’s been ransacked by meth-head maniacs. My body is covered with tiny little scabs created by tiny little needle-sharp claws. My poor dog Bubz, a saint, runs from them because when they aren’t trying to nurse on him they are ambushing him.
I must have been insane to get two kittens.
Yes, yes, I know they will grow up and calm down soon. I’m amazed at how they have grown in just four weeks since their last vet visit. But it will be months before they are grown up enough to stop bouncing off the walls. Will I survive it?
Sharing the earworm that the title of this post gave me: I’m not in Love (10CC)
