Word has spread fast about the terrible twosome and friends drop in to see our new arrivals.
People seem to fall into two categories – the dedicated cat-lovers and the committed cat-loathers.
One friend – on hearing the news – insisted I must be mad and vowed that I would rue the day Harvey and Rory moved in.
Others fell in love at first sight with our fluffy bundles of joy. That’s because they are a handsome pair of dudes, according to elder child.
All visitors were a little perturbed by Rory’s penchant for diving at your foot and scaling up your leg with needle-sharp claws, piercing trousers and skin as he goes.
It’s amazing how quickly you get used to the pain and unsightly scratches I assured them.
Elder daughter’s friend queries whether I’m going to reimburse him for his ripped trousers ...
There certainly isn’t any danger of anyone outstaying their welcome with kittens in the house. Most people left, swiftly, having very possibly scalded their mouths as they gulped down their coffee and headed for the door, mumbling excuses ...
Strange that in less than a week, two little creatures tearing around the room at break-neck speed seems perfectly normal ... well, to us, anyway ...
