This is why.

 They spend a third of the time chasing each other around the house, even in the middle of the night...sigh. But I'm savoring the hijinks because I know kitten foolishness fades quicker than the terrible twos. 

This morning, there was a snag in the feline social fabric. 

Bailey had a spat under my bed with Bong. Then he strolled into the studio, lifted his tail, and pissed on an open box of comic books stored under the table, marking "his" territory. In his tenure with us, I've never seen this distinctly male behavior, but then, this is the first time we've welcomed another male cat into the family, even though they are both neutered.

 Colin was quick to salvage what he could, wiping down everything else with disinfectant. I will have to watch Bailey like a hawk and shut the door when I'm not in here to observe. This too shall pass.

I posted more thread sets to the store this morning, but I also felt the need to treat myself to a few more, even though I can hardly get the stash closed. 

There has been a lot of turmoil close to home this past week, and I'm not feeling well. Vertigo is the worst. It makes it hard to be fierce in body and mind. 

A few days of routine as fall sneaks in, and I'll be fine.