Apparently, I am going to have to change my den into a full time foster room. Of course I rarely have kittens this big and rambunctious; they’d usually be gone. Here’s the latest:
Somebody pushed the painted rock cat up over a lip on the top of the drawer unit onto the poor piggy bank below. That rock cat weighs a pound! I weighed it because I couldn’t believe they managed to move it.
More sharp pieces — ceramic this time — on the floor. And tiny sharp bits in all the coins! I had to pick up the coins one at a time to shake off the bits and put them in another container. Then more scary vacuuming and a careful wipe of the desk.
They also broke the glass on my Tavi photo, (sacrilege that nearly got them booted out the door!) and took apart a tiny, framed Bruges lace cat I have. I think I can salvage it.