That's right. Kittens. We have an infestation of kittens in one of our spare bedrooms. The little orange one is named "Strax" and the black one is "Domovoi" (aka "Domo").
They're completely insane, adorable, cuddly and friendly, but they, particularly Domo, have decided that my feet -- the same feet that bring them their food and toys -- are an enemy to be relentlessly attacked at every occasion.
I'd be annoyed at them, but they're just so cute.
They're probably going to be restricted to the spare bedroom for another week or two while Strax fights off a problem with his eye. Plus, we want to very gradually introduce them to Higgy and Elizabeth, who are not going to be happy about this. And we have hide all the sneakers.