Chica News
This kitten is liable to be the end of my very last nerve.
A couple of nights ago I had just gone to bed and was at that blessed brief moment before unconsciousness sweeps you away into the land of Nod, when I heard this dreadful chewing sound.
I knew straight off that it was the kitten, but what in the world? I fumbled for the flashlight and went to inspect the living room.
Not a cat in sight.
So I crawled back in bed, only to hear it again almost immediately.
Further inspection showed this:
Chica had crawled completely inside this box Ellen had abandoned and was chewing on the inner flaps. She lives to chew on cardboard. I deliberately keep one out for her to play with and chew on, because it saves the furniture. But 10:30 at night isn’t the best time to sound like a rat on steroids, no matter if you are a cute teething kitten. Ha!
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