As some of you may be aware, the Athletics World Championships are being
held in Helsinki at the moment. Well, Miranda and Baby Boy are holding
their own ompetition: who can be the worst hoolikitten.

Miranda puts her paw in Meowmie's glass of water, then sticks her head
in, and finally topples it over so the water spills out.

BB puts his paw in Meowmie's tea mug, then sticks his head inside, but
fortunately there is only a dram of cold tea left at the bottom, so no
harm done.

Miranda scoffs at BB's lame attempt and goes to kill the morning papers
that lie inside the door.

BB attacks the cat tree, racing up and down it and biting and kicking it
into submission.

Miranda jumps up on a table where Meowmie has set down a pile of cards
that haven't found their rightful home after the move yet, and topples
all the cards onto the floor.

BB sees the herrings that Meowmie gave Miranda and Frank for breakfast,
most of which are still lying uneaten around the cats' waterdish. He
attacks and kills several herrings at length, throwing them around,
biting their necks and shaking them vigorously (another great hunter in
the making, I believe), and dunking them in the water dish.

While one kitten is doing their tricks, the other one always sits back
and watches with interest, obviously giving points for style and sheer
evil ingenuity. When BB comes too close to Miranda during his
shenanigans, she hisses, but sometimes she is so fascinated by what he
is doing that she forgets or just gives a half-hearted growl. It seems
clear to me that she is impressed with the tricks he can come up with.

The contenders are now resting up for their next competition and
thinking up new hoolikittenisms.