*sigh*

I made a genuine attempt to kitten-proof the apartment last night, but I was tired, and the kitten is in need of Ritalin. I left my watch on the bathroom sink counter and found it this morning in the middle of the living room. The newspapers, awaiting recycling, were scattered across the floor. A small pile of change by my computer was apparenly redistributed to the needy. Things that she never bothered with before are now fair game, as I remove other things from her reach.

Some days it’s funny, but this morning it just makes me weary. It’s a good thing I never had kids. They’d have spent the bulk of their formative years locked in the bathroom, which is where the Kitten is now.

Kitten? Hah! She’s got to be over nine pounds now. I’v seen full grown cats smaller than this kitten. She has a ways to go to catch up to WP and CW, but she’s going to get there, if I don’t kill her first.

Her last bit of defiance before getting locked into the bathroom was to blast the door to the bedroom open. The door is warped, and does not close properly. It can be jammed shut, and that’s good enough for CW and WP. But kitten has learned that if she runs full speed at the door and hurls herself into it, the door will open for her. If not the first time, then the second or third. I was occupied at the computer, and did not realize that KfH had blown her way into the bedroom until I heard “Thunk! Thunk! THUD!” and the bedroom door slam shut. The Professor apparently had three unwanted guests – the one who opened the door and the other two who followed (cats are nothing if not opportunists). I doubt he’s going to be in a good mood when he gets up.

I stepped up the regimen a bit at the gym. I can handle the cardiovascular pretty well – even when my heart rate goes above the suggested limits I don’t feel I’m working too hard, so keeping the HR withing acceptable levels is a piece of cake. The leg strengthening, on the other hand….

I had no idea how my right leg had gotten until I started some of the quad strengthing exercises. Depending on the exercise, my left leg (which is NOT my dominent side) can handle twice the weight of my right leg. Things I can do ten reps with on my left side I can barely manage five on my right. My left side has been doing a lot more compensating then I was aware of. I’m never going to get the hunk of muscle back on my right side, but the other muscles should be compensating better than this. I have my work cut out for me.

Today: cut hair, refill prescriptions, run over to IKEA and price out furniture, try not to kill KfH. Hopefully all items are accomplished.