Naughty Kitties...

We live in a basement apartment and are fortunate that our landlords live above us. We really love them. They are very friendly, easy going and always willing to help us with anything we might need. Included in their family are three cats; well, one cat and two kittens.

This is Keane. (I sometimes call her mama)

This is Twillie-Two Socks. He is from the first batch of kittens when we moved in and doesn't look so much like a kitten anymore.

This is Baby, sometimes Chubs. We have yet to hear the name they have given him, so we make up our own. Since he was the only kitten kept from this batch and she didn't get pregnant with kittens again, she must not have felt the need to ween him. He was eating lots of solid cat food AND nursing from Keane at the same time and became quite a little chunk (hence "Chubs").

We love them all and it's nice "having cats" without really having them. Also, Lucky loves to play chase with Two-Socks, although doesn't like it much when Keane or Chubs sneaks in behind us, only to head straight for his food and water in our bathroom. But today was a day when I was not happy to have cats. We have heard stories that when Keane is inside, she is notorious for getting into people food (i.e. ripping into the bag of bread and munching on some slices). This is what I came home to today.

My cute little visiting teacher must have tried to come visit while I was at work, but missed me and left a note and some delicious cookies instead. The problem therein lies: the cats snatched the cookies before I had a chance to come home and discover them. There were a million little holes in that ziploc bag and a half-eaten cookie that had been dragged a ways away. So there ya have it. I'll have to tell her "Thanks a bunch for the cookies. I am sure they were delicious, but sadly the kitties got to them before me." Naughty kitties.