Kittens update

Tom Kitten sat on the bedroom window sill this morning and watched his Daddy get into the car and drive away. He looked very curious and thoughtful. Soon afterwards he and Ruby barged their way into Davie's room - I could hear them scratching the door and thumping against it until they got it open. Then they both trashed Davie's room by throwing things off his desk which woke him up and I could hear his cries of dismay. After he ejected them, they scampered up and down the stairs and came running back into my bedroom where they jumped around playing with my socks and rolling about on the floor (play) fighting. They also attacked my feet through the duvet as I moved them about. Then they found out that the electric blanket was back on and burrowed under the duvet purring very loudly. All this in about fifteen minutes as I ate my breakfast. Kittens are great! 

Further update at 11.30 p.m. Just as we all "climbed the wooden hill to Bedfordshire" about half an hour ago we heard a dreadful crash from the back room (in which we confine the kitties at night). Davie led the way as we rushed downstairs. Tom and Ruby were found crouched at the scene of the crime, staring at the remains of a pottery chocolate fondue set that I bought in France, and that they had just knocked down off a shelf. I'd like to say that they looked guilty but actually they looked a bit shocked but excited. They watched in fascination as we swept up the shards of pottery and then, far from being ashamed, they took the opportunity to escape out of the back room and run upstairs. Little thugs.