My house is totally wrecked. Hurricanes DO hit New York State; I have
one here in the form of a little Hoolikitten, my little Brandy.

We kept her sequestered 3 days, and Stosh and Roxie could endure no
more. When I opened up to go use my own litter box, they slammed down
the gate I'd set up "for good measure" and rolled in like two little
Sherman tanks. Immediately they began a game of Chase the Kitty which
turned the computer room into a disaster area. My husband's math books,
music scores and resume stuff are EVERYWHERE.

They managed to blast themselves downstairs, where they totally upended
several boxes of junk I had been putting together for storage, then
proceeded to knock over a shelf that used to hold baskets of makeup and
bath goodies, and I have lipstick EVERYWHERE. At one point Stosh, who is
turning into one huge cat, tried to knock over Brandy. She turned back,
bapped him on the snout and uttered a five-star obscenity that would
have made the nuns in my grade school force me to eat red pepper. (The
nuns are enablers. I now have a hopeless addiction to hot wings, curry
and Mexican food.) Stosh no longers tries to subdue his baby sister. She
doesn't seem much of a wrestler, but more a boxer, and has rapidly
learned the Marquis of Queensbury rules.

Roxie has temporarily dropped the Zen Mistress persona as Brandy tried
to commandeer Roxie's tower. (round kitty house, scratching post, upper
platform, you know what I mean.) Roxie said in no uncertain terms, "I
don't think so, you little brat kid!" and boxed Brandy's ears like a
Victorian schoolteacher. After this, Brandy got into bed with Louie and
me, decided to settle in, and proceeded to knead Louie in a place where
men should NOT be kneaded. I'm not going to tell you where, but let's
just say I'm glad it's not my honeymoon.

They're getting on pretty well, but still working on defining the
boundaries. Roxie seems to be playing the Mama, being there to police
Stosh and Brandy and actually bapping one or the other when the boxing
matches get too crazy. Amazing. They seem to know the rules of polite
society instinctively. Brandy still cusses like a sailor on occasion,
but they're actually getting along. She and Roxie were sleeping together
today, which I take as a positive sign. Roxie usually likes to meditate
and rest on her own.

Now if I could just get up off my tuchus and clean this mess they've
made of my home...

Blessed be,

Baha