Anti Spitfire cuddling lessons

Mip Mips were racing up and down the bedroom from five onwards, whilst Ziva meowed in distress over this unruly horde. Both mommies went outside for a turn while I made my morning coffee. Both came back, but Shadow insisted on going out again, as I was leaving for work – as I drove off, I watched her blissfully take a dump in my garden! I sms’d Rose to let her know.

After yesterdays spitfire episode, I’m giving the Mip Mips cuddling lessons. Randomly pick them up and cuddle them – whether they like it or not. Tiger Tim purred when I held him close, but the others just tried to escape. I shall persist. Ditto Ziva. Time she learns to earn her keep by giving attention, not just demanding it.

The corner had several wet spots again – but with the plastic between that and the carpet, I’m not fussed. There are also several kitten loads inside the litter box, so we’re getting there.

At work I’ve got a crappy task ahead. What should be a simple update (i.e. print the updated documents and exchange them in the folders) has turned into a nightmare. The updates are a mess, since the so-called professional company did not manage to properly update the ‘Date’ column nor the ‘signature’ column – so now I have to fix all those oversights! Personally, if someone can’t reliably update the simple stuff, I would not trust their data! Fortunately that’s not my decision – I showed the site manager and he decided I should correct their simple stuff. Nothing more. After all, I can’t check their so-called professional data. Not my circus, not my monkeys! But checking all their dates & signatures is a tedious job! Tedious and tiring – even more tiring, as I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks!

I woke up a few times throughout the night with a little Mip Mip sitting by my ear or somewhere on my pillow. I’m still worried I might roll over one or more in my sleep – although mostly, I wake up in the same position I lay down the night before. They don’t get out of the way, when some weight descends upon them – that’s where their name comes from: Mip Mip is the sound they make when their mommy flops down on top of them. Although now they are bigger, it’s more of a screech than a meep.

I’ve contemplated locking them in the spare bedroom overnight, just so I can sleep undisturbed – but then again, they are only with me for a limited time, and that time is precious to me. I’m writing all the down sides of having Mip Mips in my life in so much detail – should I ever be tempted to volunteer for another such experience, I can make sure I’m better prepared! I’m going to try placing the feather pillows on the floor under their nest – maybe they’ll deign to sleep there instead of on the bed with me. They are getting a bit above themselves!

Back at home, Shadow is eager to check on the Mip Mips, Ziva is eager to tell me about her day and the Mip Mips are eager for food! Feeding time, play time – they are now rushing into the lounge every chance they get, heading straight for the PC to chew on the cables! Garbage out, lunch packed, munching on some Biltong in lieu of dinner … it’s not even eight, but I’m done. Bed. Good night.