As more time goes by, Samba and Rumba spend more and more time venturing forth throughout the house. Rumba’s the more adventurous of the two, but Samba makes it downstairs all the time now, too. I wish they didn’t get nervous and run back upstairs if I run into their general direction, like they think they’re in trouble. I am perfectly fine with having them explore the house!
They know the routine of bedtime, that’s for sure. Every night after we turn the TV off and go upstairs, the kittens run up ahead of me, and then run into the foster room when they see me coming. Sometimes they need to be coaxed into the foster room with the use of the laser light (Samba, especially, loves the laser light!), but most of the time they just run into the room and wait for me to shut the door.
I let them out first thing in the morning, as soon as I get up, and they’re always waiting for me to open the door.
Samba caught sight of herself in the mirror on my closet door the other day:
Checking to see if that ladybug might be something to eat…
Disturbed.
Pretty girl.
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Previously
2007: Smackdown at the Anderson Corral.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.