Kitten Diary - The Little Monsters - Days 3-5

Day 3

This day starts in a similar fashion; God-awful smell, litter tray wrecked. This time there's poo on the side of the tray. Nice. They're getting braver about climbing up our legs now – both of them are at it, I suppose it’s an easy climb for them – lots of fabric and soft flesh for them to get their claws into. They can't jump straight onto the kitchen surfaces but have worked out a way to get on, via the chair and then the table. I will really have to train them out of this, I can't have them walking over the surfaces after they have been in the litter tray – that's just unhygienic.

Feed us now or there will be consequences!

I come home again at lunchtime to feed and check on them and they seem fine but some of our pictures are lying flat on their faces. I put them back, sort out the litter tray and feed the little rascals. In the evening we play with them and they climb all over us. Already I have several scratches on my hands and legs – kittens aren't born knowing how to sheath their claws. Hopefully they'll learn this pretty soon! When we sit down to watch the TV, both kittens curl up in my lap – easily fitting. So sweet and thankfully they're affectionate with us – so what do a few scratches and some smelly poos matter?

Days 4-5

All week I come home at lunchtime to check on them and worry about the various dangers that could happen to them. There's a floor-standing wine rack in the utility room that they like to climb in, I pictured them falling inside it, catching their heads and snapping their little necks. ( you may have guessed by now, I'm a bit of a worrier..) That has to go upstairs into the spare room too.

What could possibly go wrong here?

When I come in from work, they fling themselves at me mioawing and purring at the same time and climbing up me. They just won’t let me alone for a minute– I have to shut them out of the kitchen while I am cooking. As they hurl themselves at the glass door separating us, I close my eyes ... Aahh, a moment's peace and quiet. Who could have thought two such small things would literally have taken over the whole downstairs of my house? Whatever I am doing, they are there – climbing on me, fighting with each other, trying to see/eat/break whatever it is I am doing. They always want food – I don't want to over-feed them, yet I can't bear to hear them cry so piteously. Advice varies; from feeding them 1-2 pouches a day, to letting them eat whatever they want as they are growing. They are easily polishing off 4 pouches a day each plus biscuits and you can't get kitten food in tins! This is working out to be much more expensive than we had thought.