How To Disappear Completely

"What a Lesson for him. I trust he will profit by it."

These kittens are stressing me no end. They have decided carte blanche that they are NOT barn cats and that they are determined to storm the house en masse. Tactics include climbing the screens and hurling their bodies at the door. I am positive they must have a battering ram somewhere. Anyway, their favorite technique is the oldest one in the book: wait till the enemy opens the door for normal traffic and sneak in under cover (or under foot as the case may be). And so happened the event that I have been dreading all morning (knowing how deeply ingrained in habits which do not include kitten spotting vigilance my family really is): one of them got squished in a closing door. Fortunately, she is walking it off, but her shoulder is going to be sore for a bit. So now one kitten at least is cautious about breaking and entering.

I think we are going to call the injured one Myshka (a feminized version of Myshkin), but Anna suggested Bagheera recently. Since the kitten is completely black, we might go with that name. The male kitten ought to be named Neitzsche simply because he seems to be convinced he's the Ubercat. And the littlest one we named Mim. We call her in our best English accent: "Mim...O Mimmy!" She is always getting lost.

ah...my title reminds me that Gwendolyn, Cecily, and Ernest would have been grand names.