Marilyn wanted to have a sleepover with kittens–sleeping with the kittens being much better than sleeping with the fishes. She came over with a cot (best thing ever), blanket (best thing ever), basket (b.t.e.), and newspapers (b.t.e.). Also a video, but I don’t think she watched it. The kittens had a blast racing and climbing and poking through the cot. It only added to their activity that I was gone all day at the Pleasanton Scotting Games. They eventually pushed the basket close enough to one barricaded area to get in a Forbidden Territory (where I keep towels that are clean so far and things I don’t want to have to sterilize between litters).
I trimmed their claws again, because they were jumping on my back and racing across my feet someone drew blood. It had been two weeks since BEBHS had trimmed them very short. They’ll be trimmed again Wednesday most likely. The smallest tabby finally reached 2 pounds, just barely.
The kittens did settle down soon enough for Marilyn. Veronica was a little too obsessive about being on her face. Vernon tried the face a few times but settled for the cluster of kittens at her feet.