Adventures in Cat-Sitting

I spent the last week cat-sitting for my friend Angela's two cats, and it was nothing less than an adventure.  It was so much fun to have a kitten around, and it was also exhausting.  Her youngest cat Xavier is ridiculously curious.  And also liked to climb into the toilet.  INTO the toilet.  As in, all four paws sitting in the part of the toilet that had no

water just hanging out.  And if you walked in, he just stared at you like "Hey. What's up.  Just sittin' in the toilet." Kitty-sitting was much like spending a week with toddlers.  And Lord knows I love toddlers, but they're cats!  Not toddlers!  Xavier wanted you to hold him. All the time. And carry him everywhere you went so he could see all the things you are doing.  He also played fetch, and never laid down but rather just flopped over like it suddenly became too exhausting to stand anymore. Its really hard work being a kitten!  He would then promptly roll on his back and show you his belly.  Maybe he was confused and momentarily thought he was a puppy instead.

Their favorite time to play was all night long.  When they finally got exhausted Xavier would come sleep at my feet or on my side.  My cat?  My cat slept on my head.  Like protective head gear.  Protecting me from the evil evil 4 pound obscenely soft kitten.  Plus. She could keep an eye out and see everything from her perch on my pillow.

When the kittens finally left yesterday, Boo came running down stairs and looked at me as if to say "They left? You mean you weren't keeping them forever?"  and I just looked at her and said "Nope.  Not forever."  And she said "OH THANK GOD. I'M TIRED."  And I said, "I know, Boo. I know."