Nothing to See Here

Oliver and Obi were thundering.

Then things became suspiciously quiet.

I went upstairs, mostly to brush my teeth and put in my contacts. Oliver met me at the top of the stairs with a “there’s nothing to see here” look on his face. He danced around my feet in a guilty fashion. I scooped him up.

“Where is your brother?”

Oliver gave me a big hug. We sat on the love seat in the reading nook so I could rub his belly and scritch his ears. Even though I was doing nothing but snuggling him, the grey kitten continued to act a little guilty.

Then I figured out why.

A bumping came from the cabinet under the cat shelf. I looked over in time to see a black paw sneaking out from the closed door. Now usually, Obi could open that door without an issue. This time, however, someone had pushed the cat shelf blanket down so it was holding the door shut.

Oliver jumped from my lap and, over casually, walked to the stairs. As he said…nothing to see here.

I freed his brother.

Thunder on.

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It is Thunder Thursday! Only one LOL picture today for numerous reasons:

a) Oliver is laying in my lap complaining because I said we were going to bed.

b) Obi is pulling the blanket off the giant pile o’ Christmas that is in the office. The Boy’s birthday present is conspicuous on top of the pile.

c) Someone has filled I Can Has Cheezburger with a whole bunch of stuff that doesn’t belong there and it was hard to find anything that made me El Oh El. So…

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