Oliver and I spent the first part of the day on the couch. Then I ruined both cats’ lives by going downstairs.
About ten minutes after I left Oliver, he arrived in the basement. I was working out but stopped to hold him in my lap. The Boy came down a few minutes later. “Oh good,” he said to Oliver, “you found her.” Oliver had been calling for me upstairs.
A while later the grey kitten was gone and I heard a brown kitten crying in the laundry room. I called out to him and he trotted into the room. I held him in my lap and gave him kisses on his ears.
A few minutes of snuggle satisfied him and he left.
Five minutes later, a brown kitten cried from the laundry room. “Obi! I am where you left me!” He returned for more ear kisses.
I have returned to the couch. Kitten Thunder comes through on occasion to make sure I stay put. Evidently, this is where I belong.