A Bowl Full of Crazy

Seymour, Oakley, and Robin went in to get snipped yesterday and returned wide-awake and full of crazy around 5:00 PM.

I put the kitten-filled carrier on the living room floor near Charlene and Wylla, who were trying their best to cool their bellies on this hot afternoon.

I opened the door, the boys gave the girls a quick hello sniff, then ran full-speed to their room and started wrestling.  Even though the afternoon sun made this room ten degrees hotter than the rest of the house, they didn't seem to mind -- I think they were just really happy to be in their familiar space after a day spent at the shelter.

They paused the game for a snack, I pulled down the shade, then closed the door hoping they would settle down now that their bellies were full.  For a few minutes I heard the rustling of mylar balls and scuffling kittens, then a long silence followed by a loud crash.

I went to investigate and discovered that someone, I'm guessing Seymour because he was the rowdiest yesterday, had climbed up on the table and knocked the stainless steel bowl off of the kitten scale.

The bowl was the perfect size to contain two kittens, and Seymour and Robin were enjoying a tussle inside. The slippery surface made it extra fun.  Seymour won the match, and Robin hopped out and joined Oakley, who was half asleep on the bed.

Seymour spent the next few minutes flopping around inside the bowl on his own and chasing his tail until grew tired, then climbed out and joined his brothers.

It was entertaining to watch, but I was grateful that everyone settled down -- it was a hard day for our little guys. They needed to take it easy.