Kittens and smells

Dunkin Donuts and Brooklyn don't like catnip. They can't even smell it, to my eternal disappointment. They don't react to it at all. But do you know what they do react to? My lotions and perfumes! To ALL of my good smelling lotions and perfumes. To the point where I can't even per them because they run the other way! This is Dunkin Donuts' "I don't like that smell"-face

She squints her eyes and backs away. Her "I smell food"-face is kind of similar but instead of backing away she follows me. Brooklyn doesn't really have this strong of a facial reactions so I don't have pictures of him doing this. I do, however, have pictures of him looking all pathetic and kitten-ly from Thursday night when he was nodding off next to the radiator.

And he usually looks so big and majestic!

The whole thing was so much more traumatic for me than it was for them. I'm still shaking when thinking about it. They are jumping as high up in the book shelf as they were before hand and running around in the apartment like there's no tomorrow. Thankfully that was it for surgeries. We're done now. And I don't have to worry about kittens. Phew!