The kittens are loose, the kittens are loose, run and hide, the kittens are
loose!

Tayla was getting a bit too rough with the kittens and they were starting to
hide under the couch in Ben's office, so Ben and I decided to allow them out
into the rest of the house.  Demi, Jessie, and Sammy have been smelling them
for three and a half weeks and seeing them through the grill for almost a
week, so there were no surprises or startled confrontations.  D, J, and S
seemed pretty blasé about the whole thing, and if cats could "tsk" these
three would have been tsk-ing quite a bit last night!  Oh the indignities of
kittens biting tails, kittens running rampant, kittens tumbling over the
floor, down the stairs, up the curtains, everywhere except across the
ceiling (and they would have been there too if only they were able).
Watching D, J and S watch the kittens was like watching a crowd following a
tennis match.  First there was a double streak of orange across the floor
and three heads turned right - then there was another double streak of
orange across the floor and three heads turned left.  The kittens were so
psyched to be out of confinement that they kept up their rampages for *FOUR
SOLID HOURS*!!!  When Ozzy finally sat still next to me for more than 30
seconds, his little eyes would start to shut and then he'd jerk himself
awake again, then his eyes would start to shut again until he finally
couldn't keep them open a second longer.

Unfortunately Tayla is still not ready to enter the mix - we're going to
take it very slow, because she is very spooky and we don't want her to start
off on the wrong foot to begin her new life with us.