Some days are rough on a Chief Executive Kitten. On those days it is all he can do to lay on the rug in the dining room and gaze at The Girl with his chin propped up on the cross-brace of a chair. Today was one of those days. I’d show you a picture but, when I went to my office to get the camera, he ran in and settled on the bed.
“Oh good, we’re blogging. I can get some sleep.”
"You will put down the camera. Yoooou wiiiiill puuuuuut doooooown the caaameeeeraaaa."
I didn’t sleep right away last night. In fact, I lay awake for many hours with things running through my mind. The bright side of this is that a question has been answered.
Obi, I have mentioned, is not much of a snuggler. At least not in the conventional ways. He’s all for having you pet his aura. He’ll snuggle my feet on the couch. At least once a day he feels the need…the need to knead. And he’ll knead the back of the couch or a pillow or whatever is squishy nearby.
For a long while he slept on the loveseat in the bedroom. Then, for about a month, he attempted bed sleeping. As suddenly as it began…it stopped. I worried about whether he was getting enough snuggle in his life. Last night, I found the answer.
At about 2 a.m., Oliver got up for an early morning snack. Obi arrived. He kneaded the foot of the bed. Then the middle of the bed. Then he popped up to lick my nose. Then he went to the far side of the bed when Oliver came back. When he sneezed, Oliver noticed Obi’s presence and…well…thunder. At some point – I fell asleep around then – Oliver returned to his place in my arms, head on my pillow.
So Obi is getting his snuggle needs met. And his knead needs as well.
It is Thunder Thursday! I bring you Elwood in a box. Further proof that cats need you to buy stuff for you to ensure their continued happiness. Thanks to Phillip of the Facebook for his picture.
"You ordered happiness from Amazon? It is just my size."
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
Callie Jean meets her knead needs and her snuggle needs all at once my standing on my chest and kneading me in the boob (she doesn’t understand those are kinda delicate!). Then she flops down on my stomach with her butt in my face. Ah, love.
Oli, luckily, doesn’t knead. But he does stand all 14 pounds of his furriness on my chest and head-butt me before plunking down over my mouth and nose. Fur filter.
Did I mention that Oli’s back claws don’t retract? He has LOTS of traction.
I was never gonna mention it because of the subject matter, but since its allready being mentioned here, Ill share: My orange guy Poohba? One of his nicknames is boobie stepper. Its torment! Hes got a hard stiff arm and is the only one of mine who does it.