Murphy and Cass

Irene gave birth to four kittens on Easter Sunday this year. Two found forever homes with others and two got to be saddled with me for however long they can stand it. I named them Murphy and Cass and they are little demons, put here to torment me, particularly as I am just about to fall asleep. My shower curtain liner is ripped to shreds, my furniture is torn up (more than it was) and my legs looks like a bloody scratching post. Jerk kittens. Cass is the deceptively sweet-looking one. Murphy kept getting stuck up on that ledge.