Super Vising

Hello peoples of the internets! Obi here.

Sometimes I feel like The Boy sold me a bill of goods with Squeak. He still doesn’t Thunder with me like they said he would.

He doesn’t even know how to play with the cool toys The Girl bought for us.

But he looks to me for advice. And he is getting better.

And he’s good for snuggling… He doesn’t think he needs to hug or kiss me like The Girl does.

And at  I don’t have to do his laundry because Oliver volunteered. And The Boy finished it when my brother was done.

Lounging

You’re lucky I love you, people kitten.

Battery Powered

There’s lots of things you say you’ll do, or never do, as a parent before you have kids. I’ve never been too judgy of parents but I did have a list of things I liked and didn’t like.

Amongst the didn’t likes: plastic light up noisy toys. I thought there were plenty of other options.

And that lasted right up until we received a Glo Worm. That artificial music and light up face will knock Squeak right out of a fit.

He might not be happy, but he’ll forget why he was crying.

Babies, it turns out, really like those sounds an lights. And moms really like things that hold a baby’s attention.

Also, Squeak needs more toys as he’s staying awake for longer stretches. Maybe this isn’t for him – he and Obi might be perfectly happy going back to the same play mat all day – but his parents need different things to do.

And so did the kittehs, it seems.

It’s about time I got them some new toys.

Mine

Look, kid. I’m happy to share My Girl with you.

Sometimes.

But truthfully, I prefer when the lap is mine.

All mine.

Lesson Two: Play

The Boy promised me you would be entertaining. It’s time to see what you’ve got.

What are you doing on this mat, Squeak?

Batting at the swingy toys, eh?

After much consideration, I’ve decided you’re doing it wrong.

Let the master show you how it’s done.

Grandpeople

Every time company comes, Obi helps make the bed.

This summer, Kitten Thunder has been visited by all their grandpeople. Okay, maybe it was Squeak that inspired the visits. But, being good cat people, they all spent time with the kittehs as well.

The grandpeople on The Girl’s side of the family have been to the house a lot in Kitten Thunder’s lifetimes. Grandpaw knows exactly how to squeeze Oliver’s head to compress the pudding. Grandmaow used to feed them in the morning when she visited – but since Squeak’s arrival The Girl gets up to feed them even earlier than Grandmaow is up. She’s also a good scritcher.

Grandpaw on The Boy’s side has been here less so his petting style is unfamiliar. He thumped Oliver on the side, which was alarming. Then really nice. 

Nana stayed for two weeks, which won her high honors. She was allowed to sit under Oliver while he took a bath once. And Obi let her play with his toys.

She tried to play with Oliver, who was unimpressed. The Girl told her the woeful tale of the milk ring. If you don’t know about how Albertsons and the makers of milk broke his heart, read about it here.

Unable to replenish his supply of milk rings, Oliver was excited to find one this summer after Cindy cleaned the house. He carried it with him from room to room. It made him so happy.

Nana wanted him to be more happy.

Today we received this in the mail.

The Girl says cats in Japan say NyaNya instead of meow. Maybe they’re really calling for one of their favorite peoples. It’s pretty great to have a Nana.

Lesson One

Oliver decided it is time for Squeak to learn how to be a good people. It’s important to start training early. I myself had casual training as a child with Tika and Stasha. It began in earnest with Poco.

I’m proud to be able to say I’m tortie trained and kitten approved.

Lesson one is a biggie: how to give good pets. How to scritch. How to rub a kitteh the right way.

Oliver arrived at my side and considered his subject. He watched Squeak’s tiny fist, held out from his body.

And the grey kitten stretched out his face. He ran his chin over the baby fist.

I tried to help. I repositioned Squeak and tried to put his hand on Oliver’s head.

Unfortunately, the lesson didn’t go very far. Kittens aren’t as cool as ceiling fans.

Lesson cancelled. For now.