One thousand.
Three hundred.
Fifty.
Miles. Ugh.
The Boy and I took a five day road trip to Yellowstone National Park this week. It is a very long drive from Cheyenne and we just got back a couple hours ago. Kitten Thunder is so happy we are back.
Obi met us at the door and immediately demanded a belly rub. Then he and Oli demanded food. Then Obi was ready for a belly rub.
When it was my turn for the belly rubbing, Obi grasped my hand to him in a desperate way. He kicked with his feet and gnawed on my knuckle. It was adorable.
Less adorable? The presents that Oliver left around the house. It is a good thing he has so many good qualities.
Since arriving home, Obi has almost gotten caught up on the belly rubbing. Oli and I have snuggled.
All is well with the world…
For 36 hours before I leave again for a work trip. Send your positive thoughts to The Boy, for he will be staying behind.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
oh, poor Boy. At least he’ll be available for “present disposal.”
I have come to realize that the presents are for me. My office. My bath mat. Only the spaces that are specifically mine, where The Boy never goes, so there can be no confusion that the poop is for me. Sweet, huh?
How sweet. I wonder what he’s thinking.
When Marceau is angry — which is often, he’s a diva! — he shits in the shower. My shower has never been cleaner because I have to scrub it every other day!
What’s with the sweet ones? Why do we let them get away with the diva crap?
I haven’t been to Yellowstone since I was little, and I’ve always wanted to go back.
“Obi grasped my hand to him in a desperate way. He kicked with his feet and gnawed on my knuckle.” Esme does that, too. Sometimes it’s cute. Sometimes it hurts.