Monthly Archives: July 2014

Kittened Out

Every morning, Obi and The Boy have their belly rubbing ritual. Sometimes it doesn’t involve so much rubbing as playing with flat mousie and goofing off over on the quilt. Sometimes it lasts for a minute. Sometimes five.

This week,  the brown kitten had been… unfocused.

This morning he didn’t make it to the rug at all before The Boy delivered coffee. As I was thanking him for the morning juice, The Boy saw the brown kitten arrive and gave him another chance.

They went to the quilt. And Obi walked off. Unrubbed.

A while later, The Boy came downstairs ready for work. I asked him if the kitten had gotten his secondary rub in the upstairs bathroom. Obi often offers us a belly while we’re brushing our teeth.


Midafternoon brought another opportunity for Obi to get that belly rub. I was coming up from the basement as he came down from the upstairs. I followed him to the living room… but then he turned left and went through the entry way, the dining room, the kitchen, the hallway, the living room, the entry way, the dining room…

I stopped following him.

So. Three belly rub attempts. Three failures.

The Boy did manage to get an actual belly rub in during his lunch hour. Which is good because he wasn’t home this evening and I hate to see a kitten suffer. Even if it is all his fault.


Patty Whacked

For various reasons,  we didn’t have Salmon Sunday until tonight. In addition to the salmon, I bought some crab cakes. The grocery store makes a mighty fine patty of crab.

I didn’t notice something kind of important. I was given the spicy crab cakes.

Now we’re generally okay with spicy food – and The Boy did eat his – but this was too spicy for me. I finished the rest of my dinner and set my plate on the coffee table so Oliver and I could have a snuggle.

I mentioned to Oli that the crab cake was spicy. I breathed in his face to show him and his eyes widened. Shortly afterward, he got up and left.

A few minutes later, we looked down to see the grey kitten sneaking a crab cake off my plate. But, just as I asked him what he thought he was doing, the heat intervened.

His eyes got big.

The patty dropped from his mouth.

He backed slowly away from the plate.

That, his pointed look told me, is disgusting. With a flick of his tail, he left the room. The Boy took our plates to the kitchen. He confirmed that I didn’t want that crab cake now that it had been lipped by a kitten.

Nope. I’m good.

It’s not Thunder Thursday, but I’ve been meaning to share this for a while. It’s Cousin Puck. In a hockey net.



Thunder Birthday!

Happy birthday to you,
I’m so glad you’re in our lives.
Happy birthday, Oli and Obi,
Enjoy being eleven and five!



I went upstairs to turn on the fans so the bedroom will be a bearable temperature by bedtime.

I found this.

Obi was watching a new show called Strangers in the Alley. And no, I was not invited to join him.

Ceiling Cat


I was sitting on the couch, wondering what to blog about, when The Boy came up from the basement. The brown kitten was up in the ceiling and neither one of them knew how he was going to get out. Since Obi is a trusting kitten, I went down to see if he would let me get him.

I thought I had a better picture than this one, which I took as he was poking his head out that hole. Once he was out and I was looking at the pictures, it was too late to shove him back in for a retake.

It was not easy to get him out. Luckily he WANTED out, so he was kind of working with me. But when I took his weight in my hands he would just go limp and catch his hips on wires. And do nothing about it because he was putting himself in my hands. So I’d have to shove him back up in the ceiling. And he would glare at me.

He did finally walk over to the other side of the hole, out of the picture to the left, and come down from that direction. He let me just grab him by the armpits and ease him out of the hole head first, then hung – upside down – in my arm while I climbed off the chair.

Then he put up with some ear kisses.

Hopefully he:
a) doesn’t remember how he got into the ceiling, or
b) remembers that he didn’t like it.

Cheyenne Frontier Mornings

It is Cheyenne Frontier Days and Oliver could not be more happy. The Boy has to get up at ridiculous times in the morning – like 6 a.m. on Saturday, 6:30 a.m. yesterday and so early that I refused to set my alarm and made The Boy set his own this morning. This means, of course, the Oliver gets breakfast before he even has to ask for it. AND his Girl is still in bed when he finishes so extra special snuggles with a full belly!

Sure, smell-o-vision on the main floor of the house has to be turned off to block out the concert noise, but it’s a small price to pay.

Kitten Thunder Workout, Revisited

Very shortly after starting this blog, I wrote instructions on how to work out. I realized that it needed updating. After all, the cats…and I…are three years older. Updates will be noted in red.

Step 1: Cardio
Get a glass of water, fiddle with your hair and do all the stuff one must do to put off actually starting cardio. Sit at the recumbent bike. Find a properly distracting movie on Netflix. Sigh. Actually begin cardio. After about five minutes, Obi will arrive in the basement to see what you are doing. Try to maintain smooth pedaling motions AND try not to kick Obi in the head as he attempts to sniff your feet.

Step 2: Squats
After approximately thirty minutes on the bike, or until Obi has stuck his face in your water glass and forced you to run up to the kitchen for a fresh glass, run through your squats routine. This involves four types of squat of varying difficulty, using different muscle groups. The most important move is the pick up the brown kitten weaving between your feet. Use him as extra weight and kiss his ears until he insists on being set down. Repeat this move five more times as every time you set him down, Obi will ask to be picked up again.

Step 3: Sit Ups
Find space on the floor for sit ups and weight training. Make sure you are using good form for your sit ups with your lower back pressed firmly to the floor. Try not to lift with your neck while Oliver, who followed you down from the second trip to the kitchen, lends his 14 pounds to resistance by sitting on your chest. Continue repetitions until Oliver bites you on the nose or lunges from your chest with enough force to pop your sternum. If you feel you can continue after he leaves, try a couple of repetitions of twisting sit ups.

Step 4: Weights
Select a set of dumbbells that are heavy enough to make you wonder whether they will actually break your skull if you drop them on your head. I find ten pound weights work well for this. Start with dumbbell flys – with your palms facing together in front of your face, lower the weights slowly out to your sides. Attempt to keep the weights at even heights even though Obi is now laying under one arm and grabbing at your wrist whenever it comes near. Repeat until he actually catches your arm. Try not to drop the ten pound weight on the ten pound cat as he bunny kicks your hand.

Stop working out to rub Obi’s belly to see if that will get him to behave. Refuse his demand to go up to the belly rubbing quilt. Insist that the carper is FINE for a belly rub. Suggest he go find The Boy.

Move on to presses. If Oliver’s return to your chest still allows movement, you can lift your shoulders off the ground to engage your core muscles. Repeat until chin becomes raw from being licked by Oliver, or until a Thunder originates at your point on the floor. If you can anticipate the Thunder, it is advisable to get off the floor quickly. This movement can be counted toward your cardio.

Step 5: Planks
Braced on your toes and forearms, hold your body rigid with your back and legs flat. Kiss the kitten who crawls between your face and the floor. Start to tremble. Remember to breathe. Kiss the kitten as he crawls back the way he came. Tremble uncontrollably and release your pose to the floor for a ten second break. Feel two cats climb onto your back. Decide this is nicer than planking.

Step 6: You’ve done enough, right?
At this point, you are ready to give up on the workout. Rationalize that you’ve been in the basement for an hour, which is how long you planned to exercise.

Call it good.


Cats and videos go together like peas and honey. Or peanut butter and pickles. Or…something. Check out these videos from people who can relate to my exercise routine.

By the way, “skullcrushers” is a little bit too apt a name for that move.