4am and i wake to the sound of scratching...havana at the back pane door again, listening to his nails tapping rhythmical at the glass. i suppose that since i am up i should check for the little kitten once more.

as i walk through the kitchen i listen to him snuff and mewl at the outside, the place for cats, the place not in. to my surprise there is a shadow of ears on the other side of the glass, two tiny paws pressing back, pressing in. i let her in, eimolecule, hair all mussed and out of place and colarless, that little slut.

*relief*

and a 4:10 am call to the tt in TX (who is already awake and getting ready for another hellish day, it being 6am there...)

they do so love to be outside, eimer chasing her butterflies around the yard, havana munching on new grass shoots then flaying himself back to expose a belly full of nips to the clouds and clicking hummingbirds, and the pirate kitty snuffing around in the dirt. she has taken to peeing outside...digging a hole, business, filling the hole back in.

it satisfies her, it does...but she would never leave, nor would the havana so territorial and stalwart. no, it is only the eimer with the wandering pants.

one never knows what that kitten will be up to next.