Monthly Archives: July 2012

Exhaust-o-vision

Hello world! Greetings from glorious wet and overcast Wyoming. We have had big rain and cool temperature since Friday afternoon. It is a welcome change.

After a very eventful week, Obi is finally resting.

It started with the 4th of July. At the last minute The Boy and I decided to walk up the street to see the City firework display. We came back to the house to no cats. After a few minutes they appeared from the general direction of the basement. Oliver, surprisingly, was fine. Obi was freaked. FUH-reaked.

For two days he jumped at every sudden sound. He started at anything loud. It’s hard to nap when you’re jumpy.

It’s even harder to nap when you are jumpy and it is way too hot.

At last, it is not too hot. This brings on a whole new level of trouble for a brown kitten. Smell-o-vision is on! Every window is open. The birds are singing with new energy. There are bunnies everywhere.

Obi has been channel surfing at the speed of light. He ran from window to window to window all the way through nap time. It’s caught up to him.

Brown kitten is passed out on the loveseat.

Grey kitten, by the way, has a miller. He did NOT miss our nap.

Plight of the Pudding Head

Grey kittens, it seems, are particularly prone to a type of goofy that is endearing. It is the kind of goofy where you just accept that there is “nuttin’ but puddin'” in that little head of theirs. Oliver, most certainly, is a pudding head.

My sweet grey kitten’s fluffy brain has kept him from being able to figure out where we’re sleeping. This was true before we moved to the basement but it is worse now. If I don’t remember to carry him downstairs with me, he cries and cries from the main floor. “Where is my Girl? Where did she go?”

Usually he goes back upstairs after I take him down, but at least he knows where I am. Assuming, of course, that he’ll take half a minute to think about it. At the very least it cuts the crying from half an hour to ten minutes.

When he finds me I get a head butt and a big purr.

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It looks like Mr. Bear is taking an extended vacation. He was next to my bed when I got up yesterday so I put him in the cupboard on my headboard. Oliver looked for him a couple times. Lucky for me, pudding heads are easy to distract.

Obi almost ruined it all this morning when he was playing on the headboard and almost opened that cupboard.

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As you can see, the Feline Heat Index measures “very hot.”

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Obi has had a bad day. It is hot. He has a fur coat. He fell off the couch. He missed a jump to the condo from the desk and dropped to the floor in an undignified way. And he’s hot. Poor brown kitten.

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It’s Thunder Thursday! Today we bring you Mechanic Cat. This cat showed up while my brother was out working on his car (my brother’s, not the cat’s). The cat not only helped under the hood, he walked down to the garage to help pick out tools.

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Somebody has to pay.

Today, the full staff of KnowSocial, LLC returned to work. Oliver was laying in the condo. The Girl was at the desk, social media-ing away. Obi was stretched out across the desk with his butt on the mousepad. Ah, the good life.

Obi stretched, at some point this afternoon, and exposed his belly. I didn’t think anything about it before I reached over and gitchy gitchied his stomach. Evidently he did not think this was appropriate. Lucky for me he didn’t quite connect the gitchy to the gitchier.

First he slapped Oliver in the face. “Stop gitchying me!”

The gitchy didn’t stop.

Second, he rolled to the other side and attacked my book, Star Wars: Children of the Jedi, which was next to him. “Stop gitchying me!”

The gitchy didn’t stop.

He rolled to the other side and slapped Oliver again. “Stop gitchying me!”

The gitchy didn’t stop.

Finally he noticed that my had was the source of the gitchy. He bit me. Then he kissed me. Then he bit me. Then he kissed me. Then he decided…

The gitchy wasn’t so bad after all.

Nap on.

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So. The Boy and I have decided that Oliver is uber annoying. Now that we’ve moved to the basement to avoid the heat, Mr. Bear moves between the first floor and the bottom floor several times a day. With each move there comes narration from the grey kitten. “MR. BEAR IS ON THE FIRST STEP. WE’VE MOVED TWO STEPS. HE IS ON THE LAST STEP. MR. BEAR IS IN THE BASEMENT. HE’S COMING DOWN THE HALLWAY. HE WANTS TO KNOW HOW TO GET ONTO THE LAYOUT. NEVERMIND, HE’LL GO INTO THE WORKSHOP. HE’S IN FRONT OF YOU. HE NEEDS TO BE KNEADED.”

Drastic steps need to be taken. Tomorrow, when we will both be home to monitor Oliver’s sanity, Mr. Bear is going to hide in a closet. Hopefully Oli won’t notice. If he doesn’t lose his mind looking for his lost friend, Oli’s Mr. Bear may be moving away permanently.

The whole house, including Obi, would be grateful.

It is so hot…

How hot is it?

It’s so hot I’ve worked without help of kittens for the past week.

It’s so hot I just started cooking in the kitchen and no one told The Boy to come stop me.

It’s so hot we are all laying under the ceiling fan.

It’s so hot that 85 degrees feels cool.

It’s so hot that this is all the blog I’m going to do tonight. Feel free to add your own “it’s so hot”s in the comment section.