Hi! So, how do you like the new digs? Kind of look just like the old ones, right?
I am actually in Rock Springs right now, on the last leg of the great Christmas shopping extravaganza. I can’t wait to get home tomorrow. Not that Cousin Spade didn’t do his part as a host. On Thursday night he dutifully slept on my feet.
And right this moment, Cousin Gracie is laying next to me on the couch.
Cousin Jigger hasn’t done anything cat-like, but he has been super cute. My mom bought him a hedgehog chewy toy – meant to clean his teeth – on the way home from Salt Lake City today. Jigger liked it. No, Jigger LOVED it. He chewed it nonstop from the moment he got it. We didn’t realize when we bought it that it was something that was consumable. But after an hour, the hedgehog was headless.
The next time I checked on him, Jigger had a headless hedgehog and a pile of nubs on the floor next to him. It seems the spikes on the hedgehog are the best part and he was saving them until last.
Last wasn’t far away. The hedgehog is gone.
Nubs and all.
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We are in the process, right this very moment, of packing up and moving to KittenThunder.com.
Hopefully we’re packing up our subscribers and taking them with us (that’s you in the trunk), but if you have us bookmarked, you’ll want to update the address.
See you Sunday at the new digs!
The Boy was gone all weekend. This meant more staying up late and sleeping in in the morning for Kitten Thunder and me. So when my mom wrote in with her Daylight Savings report: that Cousins Spade, Gracie and Jigger were up with her at 5 a.m., I had a much better report.
I got up, fed the kittehs in the dark, and we went back to bed.
Oliver loves this part of Sunday.
Obi, especially with The Boy gone, is tormented by Sunday. By the time I got up he was in frantic need of a belly rub. And a brushing. And some play time. Then he was ready for me to sit down with some coffee so he could nap on my lap.
And a while later, Oliver came to find us. Then the napping got serious.
And now the weekend is over, The Boy’s train show is done, and all will return to normal.
Which looks pretty much the same.