This was supposed to be a cute post about Obi coming home from his teeth cleaning. I thought maybe there would be a cute video of a drunken brown kitten. But it was not cute.

Obi had his teeth cleaned and two teeth pulled. Dr. Tiffany called to let me know he was enjoying his drugs and heating pad and not really showing any interest in coming home at noon.

At 2:30 p.m., I went to pick him up. He was still groggy. He was a little crabby and have me a hiss as I held him. Tiffany suggested that he stay in his carrier at home for another hour until his legs were steadier.

I still had high hopes for cuteness.

At home, I set the carrier down. Oliver had been worried for his brother all day so I wanted them reunited, even if it was through a door.

But someone hissed. Then it became a battle.

And I made a big mistake.

I took Obi out of his carrier, thinking Oliver needed to SEE his brother. The fight escalated and I had to get up to protect a floppy brown kitten. Obi hissed and things got even worse.

If you remember the great battle of the black cat from last year you know that NO ONE speaks to Oliver’s girl like that.

He started leaping at Obi from the floor. It took three tries of me running into a room and trying to shut the door to get a barrier between us.

I tried to get Obi to nap in my arms, but an angry brother flinging himself against the door wasn’t restful. Eventually I settled Obi in a box in the basement, closed the stairway door, and let Oliver out.

An hour later, we tried again. Starting with rubbing The Boys pillow case all over the brown kitten to get rid of the vet office smell. That worked… Until Obi moved.

Imposter! Oliver cried at the wobbly kitten.

I picked Oliver up and locked him in the basement.

We tried again when The Boy came home. The belly rub was great. Then Obi walked.

Imposter! Oliver went back to the basement.

After another hour, The Boy went to cook dinner and let Oliver up. Obi and I stayed on the couch. Casual. The grey kitten came in. He checked me out. He walked cautiously up to Obi

Ears… Obi.
Back… Obi.
Tail… Obi.

Then Obi got up to walk away and Oliver followed him a couple steps before knocking him down. For a nice long bath.


It was a tough day for both kittens. Obi is taking a good nap under the watchful eyes of his big brother – who is making sure that stinky, hissy jerk imposter doesn’t come back.

Is It Cheese?

The bag says cheese…


It looks like cheese, though it is a little chunkier than usual…


There’s only one way to know for sure…


Nope, the cheese taster says “not cheese.”


The whole time I wrote this, I thought about this:

Still one of the best uses of online video for marketing. Ever.

There’s the Rub


Oliver and Obi love the box of paper. But there’s an issue. Obi now runs to the box at belly rubbing time. The Boy keeps insisting he can’t rub a belly in a box.

Kitten Thunder has put their fuzzy little brains toward a solution. If you’ve got any ideas, we’re open.


Dr. Tiffany and Laura came for Obi’s annual veterinary visit yesterday. There wasn’t too much drama since Obi had always been healthy so his experience with doctors is pretty positive.

She did jam her fingers in his mouth to show me how to brush his teeth – he’s got some raging red gums and is headed for a teeth cleaning next week. He didn’t like that much. Maybe the cat teeth brushing will be The Boy’s job.

Oliver got an allergy shot. Aside from his Fight Club face, covered in cuts and bruises from kicking himself to scratch, his allergies haven’t gotten too bad. She didn’t have to clean out his ears or anything.

The highlight for him was getting weighed. He has lost two pounds since October – possibly, hopefully, because his nose has been stuffy. But the fact is that he was right when he told us he was wasting away (not that I could tell from the morning stompings). He hopes to reopen the discussion about kitty supper.

The most important diagnosis came at the end of the visit when Obi showed the doctor the latest addition to his belly rubbing area. Her diagnosis?


Yes, this is a very nice box.


Sometimes I don’t get a lot of interaction from my social media posts for my clients. There are just days when no one is talking.

Then there are days when everyone is talking. Like when National Beer Day and National No Housework Day are the same day. And, of course, those are also the days that I have other projects on which to work.

But there are many hours in the day and, as long as I’ll spend some of them on the couch, Kitten Thunder is willing to work with me.


Oliver helped me with the sound editing for a podcast tonight. If he’d had his way it would have been four minutes long and the music track would have drowned out the human voices.

But he’s very post modern about this sort if thing.

We’re sending some purr therapy therapy out to Goblin tonight. He’s in kitty hospital tonight for pee problems.

We offered to give him Obi’s appointment time tomorrow, but it turned out to be an urgent problem. It is good that we didn’t have to push our appointment. Obi is in perfect health and is just getting his annual exam and play time. But Oliver is in desperate need of his allergy shot. I’m sure we’ll be talking more about this on Thursday.

Hi Grandma!



Every spring, I have some reason to go to the ranch store. Since I rarely need to go to such a place the universe is obviously trying to tell me something. Like… Kitten Thunder needs a pet.


I’m pretty sure we all need a baby bird.

The Boy says he’s pretty sure we do not. He pointed out that farm birds are expressly against the law. I pointed out that we would treat ours like a cat so that law probably doesn’t apply.

So no bird. What about a hamster?


This little guy is going to be auctioned off at the Fur Ball. It says a lot for a dog that I could hold him for half an hour without looking to hand him off. He didn’t even try to kiss my face.

Which is good because I was subjected to a thorough cat scan when I got home.

Hard Work


Oliver and Obi were hard at work this evening, helping in my office while The Boy cooked dinner.

After taking a bath on my lap, Oliver moved to the desk. The recorder wasn’t the most comfortable thing on which to lay, but he’d lost his legs by the time he realized it.

Obi found a cozy spot to enjoy some smell-o-vision while he supervised.


This channel looks across our driveway and has shows like Two Boys on a Trampoline, Jazz Musician on a Trumpet, and What Are They Doing With That Trailer?

Today there was a very special program called BOYS! GET OUTSIDE NOW.

Dinner was ready before we saw the end.