Tiny Kitten Paws

Are capable of tracking so much litter around. Seriously guys, that's gross.

I am back in Ann Arbor, kind of permanently, I suppose, although I will be heading off to Canada to visit folks this weekend.

Because it is my permamove, I brought the kittens (whom I am trying to refer to in my head as the LoL cats) with me. I also had to work today at 10, which means I had to be on the road by seven.

The two hour drive from Midland to Ann Arbor was quite possibly the most stressful I have ever driven, because I had two upset kittens yelling at me in stereo. Mostly the kittens communicate in meowy squeaks and chirps, but they really let their grown-up voices out (think Larry-style). Then once we arrived and I brought them to the apartment they yelled at me some more because they didn't get let out right away.

Of course then I had to go to work so I quickly put J’s guitar in his room, put the potted plant in my room, closed those doors and hoped that the cats wouldn’t get into too much mischief. I was at work for about 5 hours, and it doesn’t look like anything was destroyed. There were a few lumps in the litter box (yay!) so I put its lid on (I got them a Clevercat Top Entry box—it’s really the only one that will fit in our bathroom and still have a lid). Loki has already used it with the lid but Lola deigned not to, so I’m keeping my fingers crossed that she will adapt fine. My life has become one in which I worry a lot about cat poop. Sigh.

The kittens seem to be doing okay. I opened my room and Lola is exploring (Loki, the weirdo, is cuddled up next to my feet suckling himself. Sigh). In a few moments I’ll lock them both up in there so I can unload the stuff from my car and finally get unpacked/settled in.  Orientation tomorrow!

ETA: Lola has pretty much wrapped J around her little paw.