I needed a bigger bag to put my computer in. Of course I didn’t want a plain black boring one, so I was off to amazon.com to do some searching. I am a big lover of the amazon.com and all the random stuff you can find there. This is the bag I found.
It arrived yesterday. It arrived in a box big enough for four of these bags. I pulled out my new toy immediately so the kittens could play with THEIR toy.
Oliver has been inside. Obi has been inside. They’ve both been outside. They have NOT both been inside, oddly. The plastic packing intestines that filled the rest of the box are strewn across the rug. The box has been all over the living room, solely under kitten power.
This morning, the box had moved to the edge of the rug and was wedged against the recliner and the laptop box. The intestines were piled in front, and inside. Obi discovered a cave under those intestines and between the box and recliner. It. Was. Perfect.
He sat waiting. Waiting for the unsuspecting.
When The Boy brought me my coffee, I suggested he should go be unsuspecting. He went and looked in the box (not following instructions) but there was no brown kitten. He looked behind the recliner, but there was no brown kitten. He looked under the flap of the box, but there was no brown kitten. I finally told him where the brown kitten was.
Obi wins the hide and seek portion of this game. He waited again for someone to be unsuspecting.
Obviously The Boy messed this part up.
Oliver, who watched the whole thing, decided to do his duty. He got up from our blanket. He stretched. And then he walked slowly, unsuspecting, across the rug.
And the thunder? ON!
For Thunder Thursday, I bring you way too much cuteness for one Facebook page at And My Cat. If you go there you’ll see things like this:
You want the cute? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE CUTE!
Plastic intestines! That’s the best vocabulary term I’ve learned this week. It almost makes up for the jealousy I’m feeling — Thunder’s a plastic-chewer, so as soon as I get a package from Amazon, I have to stab the plastic intestines to death and put them into the recycling bin.
I’m sure the stabbing is cathartic so its all worthwhile. Oliver pops the intestines with his unretracting rear claws. It alarms him. It amuses me.
This link does not redirect me to your fb page but to my home page? 😦
(For Thunder Thursday, I bring you way too much cuteness for one Facebook page at And My Cat. If you go there you’ll see things like this:)
Hmm. That’s a shame, because the pictures are way cute. It must be something about the way we are set up differently, because the link works for me. It is facebook.com/andmycat if you want to go there manually.