Monthly Archives: September 2012

Thunder Thursday Snapshots

Oli was on the director’s chair glaring at me because I’m in his chair. Then he got in the condo and glared at me. Then I looked over and he was laying on my computer bag on the bed. Oliver is on his blanket. Poor put down upon brown kitten.

Just as I finished writing that paragraph, Oli and Obi switched places. All is right with the world.

I left the house for two hours today. Kitten Thunder was so relieved when I arrived home. Have I put more products in my Zazzle store? I assured them I have.

Last night I went into the basement to Draino my shower and there was a HUGE wolf spider in there. It made the one in this photo look kind of on the small size. I’ve discovered that I have an inner second grade boy – for about ten seconds I thought about what the spider would do if I poured Draino on it. Luckily, the me that would still feel guilty about that ten years later smacked the 2nd grade boy upside the head.

When the Draino had done its magic, Obi happened to be with me and he chased the spider for a while. Then it ran down the drain. Which means it was waiting for me this morning because it can’t climb the walls of the bathtub. Ick. I scooped him up with a box and threw him in the trash.

So he’s still down there…waiting…

The squirrels are frantically collecting food for the winter because it is finally a tiny bit cooler. I slept under a sheet for the first time in four months last night. Yay! It has made for some excellent OutTV because I stocked all the window sills with corn mix and peanuts.

I put some finch mix in the bird feeder, hoping for some goldfinches. Nope. Sparrows and wrens as per usual. I was hoping some of the Brewers blackbirds would come over for some of the corn. Unfortunately, our neighbor seems to be serving bird cocaine and they won’t budge from that feeder. Eventually they’ll notice the berry trees on the other side of our house and there will be AWESOME OutTV for about one day while they strip them clean.

The squirrels are also harvesting the plums on those top branches of our tree. They make getting the plums look easy. Climbing a telephone pole with a plum in your mouth, however, looks difficult.

Since I’m LOLing at you, this is a cute picture of an otter. The Boy and I are going to Monterey/Redwood City/San Francisco in the near future. My favorite part of the Bay area? Otters. Otters. Otters.

We should probably do a drinking – or the “if I had a dollar for every time I hear” – game about the word otter. Because I’ll be talking about them. A lot.

Interesting fact: otters have to be taught to swim. And the first time they are dragged into the water they act as if their mother is trying to kill them. No joke.

Pointing fingers

I’d like to point out that I am at home with the kittens all day. I rub their bellies. I share my lunch. I hold them in my lap and let them watch the typey light box thing. Oh, and I – only I – scoop their litter boxes.

That said, The Boy was in the kitchen tonight making a grilled cheese sandwich. He’d gotten out the sliced Swiss cheese and put it on the bread. The crinkle of the Swiss cheese package brought a brown kitten running into the room. I, me, The Girl, got the shredded cheese out of the refrigerator.

I told Obi that I would give him some cheese. After all, I said, I was his favorite.

Obi yowled. Making eye contact with me, he raised a paw and pointed to The Boy. I kid you not.  That little brat actually contradicted me and said that The Boy was his favorite.

He got the cheese anyway.

The Boy, trying to mend bridges, told me I was most definitely Obi’s favorite girl in the whole house.

What. Ev.

Tasty noses

The Boy and I went down to Colorado yesterday, just to get out of town on the long weekend. Well, that and a killer sale at our favorite train store. The nice thing about our hobbies is that model train people use the same tools as metalsmiths. So The Boy got some track and I got some 1200 grit sandpaper.

Then we went for Indian food. We had some delicious masala that made my lips burn. And it was still burning in my belly when we got back to Cheyenne so we stopped for milkshakes on our way home.

Kitten Thunder was really excited…about the straws. Oliver was downright aggressive about getting The Boy’s straw as he unwrapped it. He was even more aggressive after it was in the milkshake.

The Boy wouldn’t share.

I dipped my finger in the whipped cream and held it out for Oliver. The straw was forgotten. A little pink nose bumped into my finger. Then there was nothing on my finger. I got a glare from the grey kitten.

“Lick your nose,” I told him.

Oh my gosh! Oliver’s nose was delicious!  Soooo good! How had he never noticed how tasty his…wait…why did his nose taste normal again? Bummer.

Obi came over to see what the commotion was about. I dipped my finger. Poked his nose.

Oh my gosh! Obi’s nose was delicious! Soooooo tasty!

They’ve checked, throughout the day today, to see how their noses taste. Not so delicious.


Cousins Gracie and Spade sent some treats home with me this week because they didn’t like them. Oliver says thank you so much! Obi would say thank you, but he hasn’t gotten whatever Oli likes so much. I take these gross things out of the bag, put them in his mouth, and he spits them out.

No, seriously – his looks says – give me the same treats you’re giving Oli. Meanwhile, Oli is helping cleanup those extra treats.


Side note: Oli and Obi had some milkshake from a spoon after the nose poking with whipped cream. Soon after, Oliver exploded. Evidently he’s becoming allergic to cow.