ramtops

Henry and Ron grow by the day, and their exploits know no bounds. Ron is still the runty one, so it took him about two weeks longer than Henry to work out how to get on to the kitchen worktops; as this is where we have been putting the big cats' meals, there is an element of being not very impressed *at all* by this amongst the older members of the Tribe.

At the weekend, I misplaced my keys - it caused me a great deal of angst, as there were two front door keys, two back door keys, and a USB stick on the ring. We searched high and low, but no sign, and I felt sure they were gone for good. On Monday morning, I found them down beside the washing machine, where I suspect small kittin paws had thwipped them. I threatened EnRon with kitten soup.

We make a lot of soup here, and we make it in a huge saucepan which lives on the top of our huge American fridge. Yesterday, believe it or not, I found Ron sitting in it, for all the world as though he was waiting to be turned into nourishing soup :) The world is his lobster now he can leave the kitchen floor behind ...

Originally published at the Tribe.

This morning, we bundled Henry and Ron into the big cat basket, and bore them off to Vim the Vet for their first vaccinations, and to take advantage of the free microchip offer (which saved us about £50 - hurrah!).

Over on the Jordan Cats.

p.s. I think the Roomba won.