Friday, January 18, 2008

war wounds

(OW!)

That, folks, is my naked knee adorned with the most spectacular rainbow-hued bruise. (sadly, the photo does not do justice to the gorgeous damson plum shade of purple it's blossomed into just today) I actually saw stars when it happened. When most people see someone sporting a bruise like this one, they exclaim, "Holy crap! What did you do?"

Let me tell you.

Mike and I have been fighting The Kitten Wars for oh....about 4 months now. We liked to think of ourselves as experienced warriors, wrangling and subduing kittens without even breaking a sweat. "Eh, kittens," we'd say with aplomb. "Some scruffing of their wee necks for some authentic momma cat scolding, a little spray with the squirt bottle when they're bad - no problem."

Until now.

(Ronan & Tighe)

I first met Ronan and Tighe when they were still in their momma's belly. Little more than a kitten herself, she would sprawl, hugely swollen, and lash her tail back and forth in annoyance every time the kittens she was carrying started to move. I should have known then.

The next time we saw the boys, they were 3 weeks old, and just learning to wrestle.
(if looks could kill)

Their momma, Shenzi, even at this early stage, already looked like she had had enough. We took them to our home, much to Shenzi's relief, 5 weeks later. We've since been informed that, without the constant annoyance of her crazed offspring, she has become a very mellow, friendly cat.

Ronan and Tighe are, during the day, very sweet, playful, cute, funny kitten boys - perfect little darlings...as kittens usually are. Nighttime, however, is a different story. Sometime around midnight (conveniently just at the exact time I am teetering on the edge of sleep), the kittens become possessed by demons...little furry demons who like to knock things off the dresser, claw at the side of the mattress, and burrow under the blankets to rasp your bare flesh with barbed tongues. (we think they're still trying to nurse. No more sleeping topless, no sir!) Also, theyare the kittens without fear. The squirt bottle doesn't work. Shouting doesn't work. Nothing works.

Months of battling the demon spawn and the resulting sleep deprivation have reduced me to tears, yelling and hysterical laughter (sometimes simultaneously)...all while stumbling around in the dark, muttering idle threats and using the f-word in increasingly creative ways. I slammed my knee into a hard edge of something at 4 in the morning and in the blur of pain decided two things: Tighe and Ronan will be sleeping locked in the (finished and pretty cozy) basement until further notice and, to hopefully cut down on the amount of crazy running through their veins, will also be getting neutered ASAP.

9 comments:

Oldsmoblogger said...

My sympathies. Neutering will help, if memory serves--but in young cats, the urge to kill anything that moves (and most things that don't) will persist for a while.

Who is..... Carteach0? said...

So, when someone annoys you, you cut off their......
Now THERES a handy thing to remember!

This week, I have whacked both elbows hard enough (at the same time) to completely deaden my arms and hands. Just to make it REAL fun, I redid the left one the next day...... owie owie owie

I feel your pain... really, I do.
So don't even THINK of cutting anything of mine off.

The Earth Bound Misfit said...

Neutering is a must, even if they are 100% docile.

They should grow out of it, someday/

WmEarl said...

I have had a cat, never a pride in the making, but I believe that individual American independence is only exemplified by the fine felines' flurry of fur flying friskieness... and that is about the limit of my f's 4 today. The basement could be great when some mice and rats try to live in it... Good luck

Lin M. said...

I hesitated to neuter Yogi because he's from a line of several National Field Champions. But after trying to walk him and hold on to him when he spotted a rabbit when he was at 50 pounds and growing like crazy. Well, remember the book Moby Dick? - think Nantucket Sleigh Ride.

Now, at 110 pounds he's a handful. 110 pounds and horny?. . I'd never manage. Sorry Yogi.

Only one non neutered male allowed in the house at any time.

phlegmfatale said...

holy crap - that IS a war wound! Yowch. I'm feeling sympathetic pain here. I think exiling the boys is quite appropriate, in this instance!

Roberta X said...

Cat-exile it is. Sad but necesary.

Tomcats who are not to be bred should be fixed as soon as it is safe. They...um, they mark. My tomcat was fixed a little late and every once in a long while, if he feels there some threat, he will "protect" the house by trying to spray his ID on a possible point of entry. Nice thought, but oh, please, no!

Wild Deuce said...

I think The Earth Bound Misfit's picture should give you pause before you approach those kitties to cut anything off.

Jeffrey Quick said...

We have a barn for our 4 boys. OTOH, the barn (and its rodents) are why we have the boys.