Here On The African Plains

As soon as it got light out this morning, Momma and Baby starting tearing around the apartment. (Oh yes! The Baby, she is running now! Also climbing up on furniture and eee-eee-EEE-ing when she can't figure out how to get back down.) And for one seven-pound cat and one tiny kitten, they sure can make a lot of noise. It sounded like a herd of elephants running back and forth.

Now, my apartment is small. Basically, if you are running around in it, as soon as you get up a good head of steam, you have to come to a screeching halt, or you're going to run into something. Now Momma is pretty good at that. Baby? Not so much. While her body is finally growing to match her ginormous head, and her tail is finally growing enough to give her some rudder control, she is still kind of unsteady on her feet.

So this morning, I am lying in bed, and I am hearing this: runrunrunrunrun(thud). runrunrunrunrun(thud). runrunrunrunrun(thud). And I laid there and giggled.