~* Day 3...after the capture*~
~* Princess Bella*~
~* Princess Ginny*~
Oh, where do I begin? These two little minxes are more than I bargained for, most definitely. They are high maintenance with a capitol H and are smart as whips! No pulling to wool over their eyes, no sir-eee! If we find their first hiding place, they find another, and then another just in case.
In fact, they have wanted to hide so badly that they found a tight space to squeeze into that led them to be behind the fireplace, way on top of the fireplace box. Our fireplace is built out with storage on both sides...us never imagining that 2 little stinkers would think it to be the best of hiding places. Needless to say, my husband had to tear apart one whole side of the wall and get them out the other night. And, while they ate their dinner on the princess couch, he secured the top hole (which really, was quite impossible to reach, but right now, anything is possible with the two of them).
Thinking that all was good, the hunt for kitties resumed last night after dinner...which has somehow become our new ritual, trying to guess where we could find them next. We had found Ginny easily but there was no sign of Bella, anywhere. Where on earth could she be. Thinking that it was impossible, we checked the fireplace again and lo and behold, there she was! Again! Apparently, upon putting back the shelving the night before, my husband had left just enough gap for her to get through. Again our metaphor for these girls is home renovation and seal up the holes so that you don't have to go back and fix them when you get 2 new precocious kitties.
Or really, finish your business because that keeps you from moving forward. Maybe that is why I feel like I am spinning my wheels sometimes, stuck in the mire of what next. I haven't closed the "holes" that take all of my energy and place it in areas that don't serve my higher good. The more energy that I have to put towards finishing things that should have been done long ago, the less energy that I have available for moving myself forward. Lesson learned!
I have to say that on Thursday, I had begun to think that I had made a serious mistake. My kids were sad, my husband was scratched and bruised, and I was heartbroken. We had waited to get them and now they didn't want to be here...maybe they weren't meant to be inside or ours. But after talking things out with a few super friends, I felt a little better about all of our noble efforts. They are starting to come around slowly. I know that it's a process of gaining trust and gosh, they are so darned cute.
It's funny that once we catch them, they are so lovey dovey and want to be petted and snuggled.
But, first we have to catch them...
get ready, get set, go!