Invasion of The Cyoots

The Crooked House is under siege. 

Patter, patter, patter... thwonk. 

That's the sound of tiny paws getting up a running start, then mis-estimating the clearance on the hollow-core door between the office and bedroom. Kitten heads are, thank heavens, hard. 

My house is full of popcorn kittens, and one growling demon. Inspector Gidget is deeply offended by the invasion of her personal space (the whole house thankyouverymuch) and as a result slept with the old people last night, as the Little Man had the kittens in his room. Today, the kittens having very apparently settled in (faster than we thought!) they have been given free roam. Gidget, after much moaning and groaning, retreated to her cat aerie the Boy built in his room for her. 

The kittens are currently napping. Well. Toast is on my lap, Helen is in the cat cuddle on my desk, while Harmony and Pol are doing their best stampede demonstration. The kittens learned quickly that this house is a donut, and if we open the doors (and even if we don't, as the doors are cut to clear a carpet that no longer exists) they can run laps through the rooms. Round and round they go!

Helen in the cat cuddle bed my sister made. It's going to be a kitten trap next to my laptop.

I should introduce the gang. We are fostering three kittens for friend and author Sarah Hoyt, who will collect them in mid-April. Helen, Pol, and Sweet Harmony will go to live with her. Toast (short for Lightly-Toasted Marshmallow) is my little buddy. As you can see! 

Incapussitated.

Pol and Helen and Toast

Kittens on the messy desk. It got cleaned after this incursion, to help prevent stuff being dumped on the floor.

Harmony likes coffee. She was a bit miffed she wasn't allowed to stick her head in there!

The gang are nine weeks old, and alternate between total comatose naps and hyperactive manic cute gremlins. Life for the next few weeks will be lively! And they have weaponized cute.

Suddenly... naps.