Cheyenne Frontier Days was this week which means The Boy has been getting up in the dark all week. He’s been getting up, most days, before Oliver even knows he’s hungry. Today, though, was my turn to make breakfast for the kittehs and we returned to our new old routine.
I put down for for Oli, then locked Obi in The Boy’s office. Then I went to the couch to wait.
Oliver went to the door to cry about being locked in the rest of the house.
Obi hadn’t called me yet so I assumed he wasn’t ready. Then I saw a black paw darting out. But Oliver was too preoccupied with the prospect of more food to play.
I opened the door and returned to the couch to await my post-breakfast snuggle.
But here’s the thing. I don’t get post breakfast snuggles on Sunday anymore. Oliver finished his brother’s breakfast and goes straight to his chair in my office for a nap.
Obi went upstairs and told The Boy, still sleeping, that he was bored and needed a belly rub. The brown kitten was ignored and returned to the living room in a huff. But he didn’t come snuggle.
After hours of being awake, eating my own breakfast and drinking half a pot of coffee, The Boy and I got ready to go to the gym. And suddenly Oliver was everywhere. And he desperately needed me to return to the couch for a snuggle.
Sorry, kitten. He had to wait until we went to the gym, came back, showered, went to the grocery store and baked a cake before I sat down again.
It is a beautiful day in Cheyenne and Frontier Days is just up the road. I can hear the flutes from the Indian Village wafting down the street on the breeze.
I really want to work on the porch today.
I went out to my chair with my phone, coffee and laptop. I posted a photo on Twitter. Then…my wireless connection pooped out. Then it came back. Then it went away again.
Drastic action was needed. I went into The Boy’s office and set about moving the router from the floor to someplace…higher.
KnowSocial’s IT department was on it.
Obi got up on the desk and dropped down behind it. He looked at Oliver and me from the hole where cables run through to the equipment.
I asked him to lift the power strip up and put something under it. He didn’t. Then I asked him if he knew how to get out from behind the desk. He walked out from the side. Hmph, easier than I expected.
Then he went back behind the desk by getting up on the desktop and dropping down again.
When The Boy was home for lunch he said yes, that’s Obi’s favorite thing to do. The first time, The Boy thinks, was an accident.
Anyway, with only two hands and eight paws we were able to get the router up to the desktop. Operation: Work On The Porch continues this afternoon.
We’ve got a new program on OutTV. We’ve all placed bets on which the squirrels will like better: rye or wheat bread? Or graham crackers?
Place your bets.
In other news, Obi is mad at me for letting his pet wasp it off the house. He played with it all morning and it was still alive. This is a special trait for one of his pets.
Unfortunately, his Girl doesn’t have the thick fur that surely was protecting him from stings – because this wall was NOT happy.
And now the kitten is NOT happy.
Can’t talk right now, we’re busy.
The Boy says Frosty is chocolate and cats shouldn’t have it. Dr. Tiffany probable would agree.
Lucky The Girl doesn’t listen.
This afternoon, I hit a wall. Suddenly I was just so tired that sitting at my computer for another moment was out of the question.
I tapped my grey kitten, sleeping in the desk box, on the shoulder and suggested a nap.
Once I was lying down, of course, I was less tired. Not refreshed by a long shot. But too tired to fall asleep.
Oliver decided I was getting too much oxygen. He adjusted to fix the problem.
A kitten’s got to do what a kitten’s got to do.
Why we still have a “roll” of wrapping paper on the floor in the basement hallway, which we walk on every time we go into the workshop:
If you scroll through this really quickly, it’s almost animated!
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