Sunday Blues

And the rain it was a raining - no chance to decide to stay indoors as the lovely Baggins needs to be fed, watered and cuddled.
So off I trudged up the garden, through the soggy and cold grass, and the ungrateful little devil couldn't even be bothered to get out of his heated bed to greet me. So, as a punishment for deep ingratitude, I clipped his claws.
I have to admit that, as long as you're giving him a cuddle, he doesn't seem to mind too much what you do to him. Unlike the girls who behave as if you are trying to relieve them of their virtue on a daily basis.
The kittens have discovered swinging on the curtains is a great game to play - next will be the follow the leader game where they race to the top and swing over the curtain pole before descending, head first, to the floor. The one who makes it furthest back down before falling off is the winner.
These are the little things we don't tell new kitten owners in case it puts them off.
Weaning is going on a pace and we now have to get used to eating a meal with one hand whilst fending of babies, who are intent on demolishing anything on your plate, with the other hand and both feet.
The alternative is to lock them in the kitten pen during meals - but then you have to wear earplugs to drown out the screams of outrage, which somewhat hampers any conversation.