I’ve struggled with whether to tell you this because it is a little more grown up that my usual posts. But, well, it is funny.
As you know, Oliver has a stuffed animal named Mr. Bear. He loves that bear.
No, really. He loves the bear.
Loves. Him. In an adult, kind of uncomfortable to be in the room with them kind of way. Which is fine except he has a tendency to call us, bring Mr. Bear to wherever we are, and give that bear some sensual massage.
It is a weird thing. Oliver was fixed very young, so this love is all in his mind. I guess that is what I get for introducing him to a handsome sweater-wearing bear at a young age.
That's Mr. Bear's foot, bigger that Oliver when they were first introduced. Oli is laying with Mr. Cow. We've been very creative with the names. His other stuffed animal is Puppy.
And who am I to judge what goes on between two consenting fuzzies?
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It’s Thunder Thursday! Today we bring you Candy and Bubbles, the kittens of my latest bloggy friend, Lima.
After the video cuteness, there is more to the story.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
Is today Embarrassing Cat Stories Day? Because I have one…
A few times a week, I do some exercises on the floor. I decided that some of them would be a little more comfortable if I had a pillow under my neck, so I brought out a travel neck pillow I had in my closet. It’s basically a horseshoe-shaped thing filled with some kind of sand-like substance. And because I’m lazy, I just left it on the floor after I was finished the first time.
The next day, I noticed Holly going sort of crazy kneading it and pulling at it — she wasn’t being affectionate the way Oli was with the bear; she just seemed to really like scratching at it. I didn’t give it a second thought.
Eventually I sat down on the floor to do exercises again, and I got to the point where I was going to lie down, and I reached back to pull the pillow into place. And I suddenly realized why Holly had been so interested in it: it was filled with something that resembled sand. And we all know what sand is for.
So now the pillow is in the trash, and the carpet has been spot-cleaned as thoroughly as is humanly possible.
It must be. Is there some sort of gift that goes with the day?
Although Oliver acted like I was trying to murder him when I put newspaper in the litter box after Obi was declawed, he is all about wetting on any paper that is left on the floor.
It’s a good thing he’s cute.
Don’t feel bad, I’m fairly sure there are no “virtuous” fuzzy blankets left anywhere in the house. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THAT, MARCEAU!
See, now I’m glad he doesn’t do that to blankets. I don’t know if I could get past that visual!
That’s why I don’t have boy cats. Kitten Oli was sooooo cute!
Wasn’t he just the sweetest looking little kitten? I didn’t have a chance when they hit me up to adopt him.
Naming cat toys… Gus, Gabe and Jenny have a wide variety of toys, all called “mousie” or “stringy.” There is one ‘fishy’ and one ‘ball.’ “Bring me your mouse” gives them lots of options and works well.
Sweet, thank you for adding up the video to your post, I wonder how I did not notice earlier 🙂