This has been one of those long, boring, responsible days. Paying bills, going to work, fixing a nutritious vegetarian supper, washing dishes...no time to knit. And I can't find my socks. Really. Anyone seen a pair of pink/white/grey nearly finished socks in a gallon-size Ziploc baggie?? Neither have I in far too long. It has me tempted to start another pair! I really liked the lost ones, and hope I find them soon. They're the yarn Stephanie brought back for me from her trip to Ukraine/Germany/general area, and I want to wear them!
Of course, leave a child to his own devices while you're sitting at the table paying the bills, and he's bound to amuse himself. That's part of the charm of having the kittens - they all entertain each other.
Unfortunately for the kittens, he's a bit smarter and bigger than them, and her gets ideas.
A hysterically laughing child came running down the stairs chasing a kitten and a flash of orange. It took me a minute to realize that the frantic flash of orange was a kitten. A kitten with an orange bandanna tied to its tail.
He wanted to see if it would chase itself.
The poor thing was a freaked-out wreck by the time I caught it. It was flipping around, trying to lose the orange fabric firmly attached to its butt, and skittering everywhere. Kiddo got sent to his room while I caught and released the orange-butt-victim.
It calmed down after a little loving and cuddling. And its been playing quite happily all evening since, so I assume its not scarred for life, but now I'm at a loss as to what should be the consequence of doing something so...thoughtless and cruel.
Sometimes, having another adult to discuss these things with would be really helpful.