My dog’s got no nose.
How does he smell?
The family has grown.
I’m still a little bemused at the speed, and at the method.
But one minute we were happy with two small humans, two large humans, and two girl cats.
And then, the next minute, there were two small humans, two large humans, two girl cats, and two boy kittens.
Beano and Dandy, two 14-week old kittens were seen at the RSPCA Rescue Centre.
The next day they had moved in with us.
Since then they have turned the house, and our lives, upside down.
The level of toilet training they have is probably best categorised as ‘regrettable’.
Their behaviour: ‘delinquent’.
And their teeth and claws: ‘lethal’.
Many wees and poos have been found, hither and yon.
But usually hither.
And when I say ‘hither’ I mean usually underneath one of the beds.
But finding these little ‘accidents’ (though, between me and you, I think there’s an air of calculated, malicious deliberatism in the production line) has been made very difficult because of the cold.
Because the two adults in the house are now sharing ‘the cold’.
We’ve sniffed our way around the house every time we come in.
Sometimes the sniffing has been successful.
Sometimes the blocked-up noses have let us down.
The two one-year old #RescueKitties (now pending being relabelled as #RescueKatz) have not taken well to the interlopers.
And we grown-up humans have tried to walk the thin and wiggly line that separates showing too much preference to either the #RescueKatz or the #RescueKittens.
So there are behaviours to account for.
And, inevitably, poo.
Welcome to our world.
(sorry about the smell)