"I've had a long day. Do we HAVE to blog tonight?"
Obi set up the perfect ambush for his brother today. It went a little like this:
Pick the victim: Oliver.
Pick the bait: The Girl is going into the downstairs bedroom to change into pants. Oliver is sure to follow.
Pick the location: The wall juts out here in the hallway. I will wait for Oliver here and when he walks by, unsuspecting, I will pounce.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Oliver is coming down the stairs. Wait. The Girl is coming around the corner – she is already changed. She sees me, but doesn’t let on. Good Girl.
Oliver is walking down the hallway. Wait. He walks by. Um, lay down. Oliver walks around The Girl and they both walk by to go upstairs. The Girl shrugs at me and giggles.
Something went wrong. Back to the drawing board.
"Leave the dragon alone. I am basking."
Zensai is nearly ten years old and lately he’s been having trouble staying up on the flower pot he had for basking. Part of this is probably because he has scratched off all the texture. Part could be because he is old and it was hard to cling to a round pot. So this weekend The Boy, the grandpeople and I put our heads together and found this solution – a square pot. He seems to approve. Not that he would admit that.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
Poor Obi. It’s so frustrating when you carry out your plan almost perfectly, and it turns out the one step you missed was the most crucial.
And Oliver doesn’t even know how close he was to a good pouncing.
So far, the only ambushers are the boy cats (Marceau and his accomplice, Ti-Jacques). Callie Jean and Mina prefer to just walk up to you and start shit to your face!
So like humans. Boys are about the strategy, girls are about the drama.
Nothing good ever comes from putting on pants. Let this be a lesson for us all.
Well now, that’s not the lesson I was planning to take away. But it works for me!
Is Oliver always the victim?
Of ambushes? Yes. In life? No.