You know how i used to go for weeks at a time without updating and now I don't? Well, it's because, if all else is getting me down and I just can't talk about it here, I can still write about my kittens. Yay kittens!

Not everything else is going badly, mind, just some stuff. I'm also running on very little sleep -- it's been well over a week since I've had even a full night's sleep, let alone making up for all those short nights and the PLAGUE of insomnia I've had for the past two weeks -- so I'm not really very functional. I'm so very, very tired. I thought you all should know that.

Anyway. Kittens. Safe, cuddly, kittens.

Both kittens like to hang out in the bathroom with me while I take a bath. Zanzi still sometimes walks the curvy, slippery edge of the tub, but he no longer loses his footing -- an improvement from the kitten who just a few weeks ago tried to jump into the TV. They both like to put their little paws up on the edge and look in at the water -- especially when I'm out of the tub and the water is draining. They will both jump in the shallow end once the water has drained from it, and sniff at the receeding water line until it all goes down the drain. They love it if I've taken a LUSH bath, because then there's seaweed or rose petals swirling and drifting towards the drain for them to bat at. It's pretty damn cute, especially when they belatedly realize that their little fuzzy paws are all wet and they shake their feet and put their ears back and jump out to lick their paws dry, looking sullen. Adorable.

Tim had me hand him Zanzi last night while he was cuddling with me. Zanzi will let me hold him like a baby, and sometimes he takes his tiny little white paws and gently touches my face with them. It makes me feel all tender and sweet towards him, though it's probably not the most sanitary thing, especially when he taps my mouth. I try to wash before I lick my lips or eat, though.

Anyway, I handed Zanzi to Tim so he could cuddle the kitten. Tim loves the kittens, I can tell, and I just hope he still loves them when they're cats. Marzi, who won't let Tim touch her for some reason (much to Tim's dismay; I hope she'll come around) saw my vacant lap and jumped into it. Soon she was purring and giving Zanzi a very self-satisfied look. Zanzi wiggled out of Tim's arms and came to lay against my side.

I'm very popular with cats. It helps with the insecurity sometimes.

Oh, and Tim came up with a great idea for sulphuring cats. I truly hope none of you ever have to sulphur your cats, but if you do, buy a spray bottle and use that to apply it. You still have to rub it in to their skin, but it's so much faster than sponging it on. It probably helps that our kittens are still young and not afraid of a spray bottle, though.

We figure this out when we only have to do it three more times. Sigh.

They haven't been peeing since that one time last week. I'm even thinking about moving the covered box out of the living room and back into the bathroom, before they get too used to it being there. Still trying to decide. I'd hate for one of them to go for it and, not finding it there, go on the floor behind the couch. Still, it's not really a good place for it; once we clear off the dining table, the littler box is going to be right in front of the table, and that's just gross.

The joys of cat ownership.