Thumbs Win

On the final day of the year, Kitten Thunder conspired to get breakfast especially early. It started with Oliver crying from the reading nook. He then came into the bedroom and poked me in the nose. Poke poke poke. When I shoved him off the bed, he returned to crying in the reading nook.

Then he got up on the toothbrush table and started scooting something toward the edge. “Oliver,” little feet pitter pattered to the bed. “Stop.”

Oliver snuggled up to me and started licking my nose. Something started scooting on the toothbrush table. Obi was in on the act. I sat up in bed. “You both better go before someone gets killed.”

Two kittens ran downstairs.

Then they returned.

Meow. Mwrar. Scoot scoot. I looked at the clock and found it was 5 a.m. So I got up. And sat on the couch to watch a movie. Kitten Thunder came in and sat on the rug, considering me. She forgot to feed us. Should we remind her? She seems mad.

They decided to make themselves scarce.

At 6 a.m., when the alarm clock upstairs went off, the kittens got their breakfast. Thumbs for the win.


Happy new year to everyone. We wish you happiness and success in all your endeavors this year.


2 responses to “Thumbs Win

  1. Wait — you actually got out of bed without feeding the kitties? I’ll have to try that some day.

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