One of the black kittens (and please don’t ask me which one) has found a new, charming game to play early in the morning. He scrunches down into the toe of my slipper and slides it across the living room carpet. You have never lived, until you have chased your fuzzy slipper across the floor trying to gain control of your tobogganing kitten in his furry sled. Just when I think I might be gaining on him, he slides underneath the high-end couch and laughs at me!

Mike sits there and laughs- but then, it isn’t his slipper!

The blackness continues- another black kitten has joined our group. We just must have a lot of bad luck- all these black kittens crossing our path! 🙂