We started out Monday like everyone should: with the magic toy making stick. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere. With just one sweep of the stick we liberated all of Obi’s most favorite toys ever. With the teddy bear mouse, the flat leopard skin mouse, funky chicken, disco dodo and the pink fuzzy, he was at a loss about which to play with first.
But then we had to go to work.
Oliver and Obi were both in the office when Obi found a catnip ball. A fight started over the ball. Oliver was winning. Since this is hardly fair to the brown kitten who found the ball, there was just one thing to do.
We broke out the prime quality, grade-A California nip that Kitten Thunder’s grandperson brought with her at Christmas.
They ate. They rubbed. They rolled. They drooled. They chewed. They purred. I filled toys with fresh nip. And I rubbed some on the others.
The result? Peace and love, man.