Walls Never Work
So a certain figure currently in the news keeps talking about building a wall. (Don’t worry, it’s just an oblique mention.) Whenever I hear about it, I make the comment “Walls never work. Haven’t these people seen Pacific Rim?” I mean, look. Tonight I was reminded of this, as the “play pen” cage I’d purchased for kitten-containment was breached in less than half an hour. First they climbed it. I fortified it, making climbing impossible. So they jumped it. Two foot high pen, two month old kittens, and both were on top of it before I could even get it properly assembled! We’re fostering two kittens for the Humane Society. They get the kittens socialized and growing up in a home, not a shelter. We get two energetic and adorable furballs that we don’t have to pay to support get to give back when they grow up a bit more. This is Sunset. The mighty hunter. Her royal highness. “Your nightstand? I think you mean the royal bed.” This is Stormy. AKA Flo-Jo and/or Usain Bolt, because this kitten is fast. AKA Piranha, because if the food offered is not to her liking, she is quite willing to explore living food sources. After all, I don’t really need ten toes and ten fingers, do I? Due to a lack of other options (I’m the only one with a vaguely clean bedroom, and the kittens have to be contained and kept away from our dog and cat), these babies are rooming…