We have 4 foster kittens in the house right now and they never cease to entertain. On Halloween they surprised us with an unexpected reaction.
Here's the back story because I can never make a blog entry without drama: On Halloween night I dressed up in Zoe's bumblebee costume. Yes, it's Zoe's. But I paid for it and she wore it once, just once. This year she refused, REFUSED! to wear it again so I nabbed it. When Zoe saw it on me she was mortified. "That is so not something a 40 year old should wear! Take it off!" I didn't take photos but trust me, I didn't look that bad in it; I wore a cardigan underneath, plus tights and tall boots. Very modest. Meanwhile, Zoe still didn't have a costume but it looked like her previously arranged trick or treating plans with a friend had fallen through so it wasn't a big deal that she hadn't come up with anything to wear or that I had stolen her costume. We'd been invited to a friend's housewarming party so off I went in my bumblebee costume leaving her at home to sulk and pick through the costume box (we invited her and she declined; she also refused to answer the door for trick or treaters). Sometimes you have to breath deeply and walk away from the teenager and walk I did.
About 20 minutes after I arrived at the party I got a call from her asking me to IMMEDIATELY RELINQUISH THE BUMBLEBEE COSTUME. She'd finally got a call from her friend and was going trick or treating and she NEEDED HER COSTUME. Um, okay. What would you do? I want Zoe to go out with friends more; I'm delighted when she accepts an invitation. But she was also a first class pain in the butt that night and should probably have been punished for being so cruel and defiant. Additionally, she needs to plan better! So, of course, I found myself run/walking 5 blocks to our house to strip off my costume.
What does this have to do with kittens?
Well, I'll tell you. In my rush to find a replacement costume, I grabbed some costume kitten ears and tossed on some black skinny jeans. My new costume was not super exciting but whatever, I had a glass of wine waiting for me at the other house. I gave the daughter a quick "you so owe me and you are still in trouble big time" lecture and ran out the door without paying a visit to the kittens.
Later, when I returned home, I'd left my kitten ears on and I peaked in the kitten room. Sister kitten's eyes grew large. Her tail puffed up, her back arched as she focused on my kitty ears. Soon, all 4 kittens were puffed up, hissing and backing up sideways.
Trust me, it was HILARIOUS! Also, SCARED KITTENS are cute!
(Okay, I know this isn't nearly as entertaining as I'd hyped it up to be.)
So that's my Halloween story. I tried to get video footage* today but they are now meh on the ears. They find them quite boring.
I'm still waiting for an apology from Zoe.
Meanwhile: pumpkin photos!
*in place of hissing kittens I have cute kitten footage
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