In case anyone was wondering, plus ça change…
Suppôt de Satan
Kitten sits quiet, eyes sleepy,
yawns, stretching soft sleepy paws—
and something throws the switch,
electricity fizzes,
leaping fur sizzles,
a dazzle of claws and teeth,
and the doctor cringes
from the monster he has created.
A helping hand from an unexpected quarter. Team work, Bix and Rosetta in the fight against the silent mouse invaders from the outside.
Rosetta spent last night outside up a tree. She finally came down around 7am this morning full of beans and ready for anything. There was a festive reunion with Redmond though Bix and Ninnie seemed strangely disappointed.
I looked up how to discourage kittens biting, and one suggestion was to give them another animal to play with. I’m not sure this was what they meant.
The little savage born in a field who inveigled her way into our house is turning it upside down. Fearless as only cats can be, assured of her superiority, dominating human and canine, she leaves a trail of destruction in her wake. Bix has accepted defeat, but Redmond still rises to the bait, playing snip-snap the hand and punch-in-the-face. Our hands, arms and ankles are longing for teething to be over and for her urge to subdue all that moves to pass.
New life leaves and loves
a whirlwind of learning
before the world ends.
In case anyone was worrying about the little scrap in the barn. This is where she is now, in the spare room beyond the big door to the rest of the house. She can get up into the attic and we can keep the dogs out of this part of the house. They’ll have to meet sooner or later, but I’d rather it was later.
The Four Swans 