Out of control. . .

These little cuties may look innocent enough, but that's only because they're tuckered out from wreaking havoc in our yard! They're almost nine weeks old, and all but one (we get to keep fluffball Sundae!) will go to new homes next week. I'm sad to see them go, but it's definitely time. Five kittens cavorting through the flowerpots, scampering up the arbor, skittering under the rosebushes and wrestling for hours on end wear me out! This morning while we worked in the yard, they found their way through the gate and into the front yard. We'd catch one and put her back and three more would be out before we turned around. Finally two of them had a run in with the garden hose spray and that toned things down a little. It's going to be awfully quiet around here with only three cats in the yard. I'll always remember 2007 as the summer of the kittens. Definitely one for the "happiest memories" file.