they grow up so fast...

so our youngest kitty has recently gone into heat. this means sleepless nites of her meowing at the bottom of the stairs non-stop for hours on end, and walking around coo-ing like a dove for no apparent reason. macaroni finally had enough of her sticking her rump in her face, yesterday, and decided to put her in her place. it was the first time i've ever had to yell at mac for being mean.
so while all of this is amusing and annoying all at the same time, it's also makes me a bit nostalgic.
frequent commentor, dread pirate, gave booger to rob and me when she was just a kitten. she was a small little furball with no sense of balance or fear for that matter. (btw, those two combined make for some hilarious moments). however, the last time she went to the vet, we took macaroni as well, and found out that they weigh exactly the same amount. fine and dandy right? wrong...mac is 8 years old and fully grown, whereas booger is 6 months old and still has quite a bit of growing to do. she's no longer a cute little curious and mischeivious lap furball. nope, she's now she's a kitty on the verge of adulthood who's body is growing fast than she knows what to do with it, and who finds herself in odd predicaments when not being able to fit into tight places which not but two or three weeks ago she could still fit. her energy hasn't lessened at all, however now she's gained the balance and knowledge of how to use that energy and new-found strength to get into things that, both rob and i really wish she wouldn't. she's become insanely smart, learning how to properly open cabinet doors (by standing up and pulling them open with her paws as she walks backwards holding on to them), and yet we still get great amusement out of her bafflement when it comes to mirrors.
she's in that awkward little in-between stage of growing where she's no longer still a kitten, but isn't quite an adult yet either. and the only words of comfort i have for her, as she sits here between my arms as i type, are:
don't worry little one, after new years you can say bye bye to those mean old ovaries.