— Mark Twain
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
― Ernest Hemingway
Don’t you know what that is? It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you DO want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
― Mark Twain
Overnight I went from having to scrape my car off in the morning to hunting up a tee-shirt to wear. The weather has been insanely warm. It’s like we skipped spring altogether and went straight to summer. But I tell you what, it makes me really nervous about how hot it’s going to be when summer does get here.
It’s been warm enough that for the last 3 (or is it 4?) days I’ve had the deck doors open in an attempt to cool the house down. The kittens were really impressed – all the smells they could smell now, and the sounds they could hear . . . Although they weren’t impressed when the guy behind us fired up his wood chipper.
I’d like to say that their craziness lately is due to spring, but I have to admit that they were crazy before the weather turned so nice. When they’re not parkouring through the house, they’re getting into trouble.
For instance. Dinsdale decided that the guest room no longer needed a paper lantern hanging from the closet:
And here he is with his trophy, the piece of lantern he carried downstairs to play with. And no, he is not supposed to be on the table.
And while some people might think it’s cute that one of his favorite games is fetch, it’s not so much fun when you’re trying to read or work on your laptop and he jumps up on the arm of the couch beside you with a toy in his mouth. And then he’ll drop it, and if you’re not quick enough to catch it, it ends up on the floor and you have to set whatever you’re doing aside to pick it up because apparently, once it leaves his mouth he can no longer see it until you throw it. And in the hubby’s case, he’ll usually drop it near his feet and then swat at him when he tries to pick it up.
He’s really not picky when it comes to fetching, though. Sometimes he’ll bring a pompom ball or a crinkle ball, sometimes a spring. Often he’ll bring a crumpled up piece of paper. But his favorite is one of the crocheted bookworms I made them:
The navy blue one he’s carrying is kind of beat up now and is missing part of its tail. Khaos doesn’t fetch, but she does chase after whatever I throw. Unfortunately, the bookworm doesn’t have a lot of weight to it so it doesn’t go very far, so sometimes Dinsdale will pick it up and take the long way around to bring it back to me.
They’re both becoming more independent now. They’ll sleep near each other, but they don’t cuddle up together. And they don’t always have to be where the people are, sometimes they’ll go upstairs to play by themselves and then they’ll fall asleep up there.
But if Dinsdale wants to cuddle, he doesn’t give you much choice. He’ll just drape himself across your lap. But he’s just so darned cute, how can you resist?
Khaos prefers to practice her gymnastics on the cat tree, but she likes to curl up between my legs when I’m in bed, or the bottom of my chair when I have it reclined.
And have you noticed how big they are now? And they’re still growing.
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