Young Cats, AKA Kittens!

Oh my gosh!  I have to tell you what happened to me yesterday evening.  This could have been so serious!  I had dismissed my human servants to return to their furever homes (I guess that's where they go!) and it was nice and quiet here at StreetCats.  I had settled down to a little multitasking.  I don't mean to brag, but I am smart that way.  I was not only bathing myself, but I was thinking about what I wanted to tell you people next about this place that I am in charge of.  And since I AM  in charge, I may now, after last night, have to consider some changes!

As I said, I was busy minding my own business when out in the hall there was the biggest clatter you could imagine!  See the picture of this pretty little cat? Well, she had come bounding down the hall slapping a toy ball ahead of her.  I have no idea why!  That wouldn't have been so bad, but the floor was slick and she, all of a sudden, slid and ran right into the screen door that separates the general quarters from the "shop."  (More about that later.)  Then back down the hall she ran!  Oh man, there was the biggest noise!  Yikes!

You want to know if she was hurt?  Well, I don't know nor do I care!  But I could have been seriously injured!  As I said, I was giving myself a bath and was grooming one of my paws and I was so startled that my eyes got bigger than they usually are and . . . I almost bit the paw I was grooming!  Oh my goodness, what if I'd gotten a cat bite abscess . . . from my own mouth?!  I don't know if that is possible or not, but I fear I almost found out!

And who is to blame?  Well, look again at the picture.  Her name is Rings and she is, I don't care what they say, a kitten!

This is of significance because whatever cat was in charge when they opened this place decided that no "kittens" would be allowed to live here.  Well, the humans apparently thought they meant those little furry feline creatures you can hold in the palm of one hand.  And, of course we could not allow that!  The only thing our servants would ever get done would be chasing after them and retrieving them from cabinets that they wanted to explore.  Plus I bet some of them would think I was their mother and they would climb the screen door that separates my personal kingdom from the general quarters and . . . well, you get the picture.  It just wouldn't do.

But apparently the humans think that once one of those tiny furry things reaches the majority of their physical growth they are no longer "kittens."  Heeelllooo!  What are they thinking?!  So, as the leader of StreetCats until I get adopted, I may have to give serious consideration to informing my servants of new rules and also a new definition of the word kitten!  The above pictured Rings is not yet a year old! Do they not get it?!  She is a KITTEN!

So now we come to the real reason I chose to blog about this topic.  Please, human readers, come get this cat/kitten before she causes serious damage.  She needs to be adopted, quick!  There are constantly people in here asking if we have kittens, and I'm just telling you that we DO!  And here is an adorable one who will bring you pleasure for years to come!  And how do I know this?  Well, apparently the human servants are not as mature or sophisticated as I am and there is so much play between them and these cat/kittens!  Interesting!  And yes, I said kittenS.  Rings is not even the only one!  I tolerate it because I am a long-suffering cat!  But I fear I could come to the end of my rope!  Please help me!!!!  I don't want to have to impose new restrictions, so ADOPT, ADOPT, ADOPT!