Evidence of Momentary Release

Graham and I are off to Canada next week. I am in the mad throws of getting everything finished here at the job, making arrangements with our apartment sitter who is flying from California to experience the wilds of New York, and getting ready to give away the kittens. The kittens are driving ther mama, their Graham, and their Summer QUITE NUTS. Sometimes when two are attacking Sleater-Kitty's tail, she has such a PISSED OFF look on her face, it's as if she has forgotten they are her OWN BABIES, and she can't believe that WE LET THEM IN.

This morning, as I was getting ready to leave, I heard such plaintive meows coming from under the bed, that I rushed to see what was the matter. Somehow Ginger Otis had disocvered a hole in the lining ofthe mattress box, climbed in between the padding and the lining, and found herself UTTERLY LOST. When Graham tried to get her out, she tried to FIGHT HIM.

Then there is the pee. Potty training any one individual is quite a challenge, but try potty training FIVE puffy, wiley, scatterbrains and what you experience might well be named CHAOS. We have found EVIDENCE OF MOMENTARY RELEASE in the darndest places! The heat has since kicked in, and well, I don't know about you, but I kinda HATE living in a petting zoo. There arent any goats around for miles, but sometimes, when the wind is right, well, the scent just makes your nose ITCH.

So the kittens are leaving us--all but one. It will be sad, but I have to tell you, there's something so delicious about thinking about having our home manageable again. I know it's sick, but I just can't wait to VACCUUM and have it STAY vaccuumed for more than anfternoon. Oh the good time sto come! Oh the sweet scent of NOTHING on the carpet!