You are mostly treated to stories of Obi and Oli being well behaved and cute. Usually they love each other. And it is cute. But sometimes they are bratty. And, well, that’s cute too.
This morning Obi was up on the mantle watching TV up close. It is cute enough that I don’t mind him sitting in front of the TV for a couple minutes each morning. But then he started batting at a decorative ball.
Bat bat bat.
The ball was abandoned temporarily and then pushed back into place when The Boy delivered the life-giving coffee. I’d have done it myself but Oliver and I were snuggling.
I was hard at work at my desk and Oliver was in the condo. Obi arrived and jumped up to the condo. In an unusual move, Oliver refused to share his space. Obi tried to lay to the right. Then the left. No dice.
Then Obi got the last laugh.
Obi stood on the ledges of the condo over Oliver. He closed his eyes and basked in the sunbeam. After a few minutes, Oli opened his eyes. Where was the heat from the sun? Being soaked up by the brown kitten.
I was laying on the couch after work, waiting for a grey kitten to appear. Eventually, he did. He jumped up and the couch and Obi snuck up and bit Oliver on the butt. Oli turned around and I pulled the blanket up over him.
Brown kitten! Obi leapt from the middle of the room and belly flopped onto the lump of brother.
Snuggle canceled; thunder on.
It’s Thunder Thursday! I think it’s only appropriate to show the latest Simon’s Cat film. Just like Obi – only Obi does it all on purpose.
And on an unrelated note: Mr. Bear is on the move again. After seeing him spend months laying face down on the rug in The Boy’s office, I finally took pity on the poor bear and set him, sitting up, against the book shelf so he could at least look out the window. That small action set him off. He has since moved into the kitchen, checked out the fridge, and moved into the hallway. He seems to be headed toward the living room.
Thunder sometimes bites Holly on the butt (or on her back, near her butt) — it’s so obnoxious! I’ve never seen another cat do that, so I’m perversely happy that Obi does it too.
Spade’s new toy is “Squeaky Squirrel”. Squeaky Squirrel down the stairs squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, etc. Squeaky Squirrel up the stairs – plop, squeak. Down, up, down, up. Squeaky Squirrel in the water dish – glub. “Not Squeaky Squirrel” on the heat vent to dry out until he can squeak again.
Oh no, has Teddy been abandoned? Squeaky Squirrel sounds awesome.