for the first 20-odd days, the mothers only way of communicating with her children was with her tongue - obsessively licking them from top to bottom (and into bottom) night and day - and via her breasts - through which the milk of life flows. and then a few days ago, she added a new form of communication into her repertoire which, at first, made me think she had gone mad and that i would have to have the children taken away by social services, but which now makes sense - if you want your babies to grow up into immaculate, uber-feminine princesses who also just happen to be incredibly efficient killers. now, as well as licks and milk, the kittens get karate chops or double backflip with spin leading to head chomps or the rabbit kick or shock and awe ambushes sprung upon them whenever they move a muscle or even at totally random moments. the mother is loving it, but the children, who have only just learned to see and who still only teeter and squeak are obviously slightly shocked (our mother is uma thurman..? we arent just crappy little guinea pigs who never lift up our heads or do anything other than sniff and burrow..? wow). in honour of this new essential element of the childrens education and development, and money being no object, i remodelled the kitchen yesterday and turned it into a boxing gym/assault course. the mother and i like it very much. p.s.this is the first page of the album. right arrow to see the rest, Isabella Barnes
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 07:22:55 +0000