I was standing in the doorway between the dining room and kitchen watching The Boy cook our dinner when a snack pack of Whoppers hit me in the back of the calf. There’s a bowl of Whoppers, left over from Halloween which I bought candy for and then we didn’t hand out because The Boy hid in the basement and I wasn’t home, on the dining room table. Obi had singled out a pack and thrown it at me. He then proceeded to play with it, which was cute. Then, even cuter, he picked it up and ran into the living room. I watched the cuteness of him playing with it for a minute then turned back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, I heard the crinkle of candy wrapper on the table and turned to see Obi with another package of Whoppers. This time I watched him sneak away with it and put it in the cave – the blue blanket on the couch was draped very well tonight.
A few minutes later…the same thing. This time, Oliver went into the cave and some kind of weird cave Thunder happened. I watched until dinner was ready and shrimp pasta brought both cats to my feet when I sat on the couch.
Later, I noticed Obi carrying a toy into the cave. Then another. The third toy didn’t make it to the cave – it tried to escape and was beaten and pounced into submission. At last, it was time to get up to blog so I took a peek into the cave. Okay, first I looked all over for the camera but I can’t find it – it is probably in The Boy’s car from when he played hookey yesterday and went to take pictures of trains. Sheesh. He acts like it’s HIS camera or something.
Five packages of Whoppers, two mousies, and a crumpled up piece of paper. I don’t know what, exactly, Obi thinks he’s prepared for. But he is prepared. I hope he’ll share his supplies with the people if we need to shelter in the cave.
It’s Thunder Thursday! Here’s my friend Don’s cat, Aspen. If she ever tells Oliver where to buy laser sights for his eyes I think I’ll be getting up about 19 minutes earlier…
"Put the food in my bowl or you shall be zappified!"
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
Puck doesn’t even have laser eyes!! God help us if he gets them!
Obi would use his laser eyes to make me put him down when he’s done being snuggled.
Haha! That’s so cute, ours just leave a pile of stuff outside our bedroom door in a “here’s all the games we were going to play, but you were sleeping so we couldn’t, and now I don’t want to” protest.
Obi’s only game he plays upstairs is “whap the people in the face with the strings from the window shade.” I used to try to stop him, but The Boy says me loud whispering at the cats is more irritating than the whapping.
And, of course, we have the milk ring that comes to bed some time in the night.
Well, we’re all familiar with Callie Jean’s position as Herr Kommandant of Mouseschwitz… where she also likes to stash snacks for later. Which results in conversations like this: “Callie Jean, what have you got?… Is that… Is that CHICKEN? When did I last make CHICKEN?”
That reminds me of Poco. I used to find her pills all over the house – half dissolved pills that she pretended to swallow and then walked away to spit them out. Then, of course, you don’t know if it was today’s pill or from a month ago so you can’t decide whether to give it to her again.
If there’s ever a worldwide Whopper shortage, your cats are gonna be set.
And all these people I’ve never met will show up at my house…
You have such an enjoyable story telling style. I love that secret mousie wopper cave.
Thank you so much!