Living with two 7 month old kittens is akin to living with Thing One and Thing Two.
Stay with me here.
They sleep all day and when ten p.m. rolls around, it's like someone went and smashed Pandora's Box. All of Hades breaks loose.
There is racing, running, meowing, growling, claws, kicking, biting, and other fur-flying madness.
I wouldn't mind except... they involve anything or anyone they happen to roll by.
I don't like two cats razing my room, knocking crap over while I'm trying to sleep.
But as soon as the sun starts to peek over the horizon... the Things curl up all nice and cute like on the couch and fall asleep.
I LOVE walking by and harassing them, just to keep them on their toes.
Oh, and note to Things: When I whip my bra around to put it on is NOT the opportune time to attack.
I hope your tail grows back soon.