Kittens

It is a well known fact the my precious little cat, Ganja, is a bit of a whore. How can a cat be a whore, you ask? Well, Ms. Ganja is currently bathing her 3rd litter of kittens. She is only 2 years old. This is the smallest litter she's had, just a small bunch of six. And while I always welcome new life with open arms this fury group of fun is driving me up the walls. I can't get a full night sleep; its up again every 20 minutes getting one of the off my feet and back into the crib. Then, there is the late night meowing and the 5 a change of bedding because one has dumped the water over. Then of course there is letting ganja in and out of my room. But nothing compares to the cherry on top, every morning in comes my mother to give them a loud welcome to the day greeting. I want to yell and kick her out of my room, but instead I cover my head with a pillow hoping she'll get the message. That's never the case but here's hoping, right?

BUT.

Even though the grief these cute babies give me is grating on my last nerve, nothing compares the sound of them purring as they fall asleep on your chest.

Also, I plexi glassed the sides of the crib... there is no getting out now.