Monthly Archives: July 2014

Thunder Thunder

Behold! ‘Tis Obi, lord of the layout.



This picture was taken shortly after Oliver stomped across the layout and broke a train. The Boy was not too happy. As he was picking up the pieces, I snapped this picture and told the kittehs to come upstairs with me. Obi wanted to know why he had to go – he didn’t break anything.


Cheyenne is having some weather, as I’ve mentioned. Yesterday, at around 3 p.m., it started raining. It stopped long enough for me to go to a party for a friend and convince us that we could all sit out on the deck. Then a huge bolt of lightning struck, followed immediately by deafening thunder that sent us scurrying indoors.

And it rained.

And rained.

And rained.

And rained.

It’s still raining.

In the middle of the night, due to the sound of rain rain rain, I had to get up to use the bathroom. Just as I returned and settled in, the house was shaken by thunder. BIG THUNDER. The Boy jumped two inches off the mattress and was jolted awake. Holy cusswords were uttered. And he was asleep again.

And then I heard more thunder. A different thunder. The thunder of two kittens coming to “protect” me from the storm. I let Oliver under the covers with me and kissed his ears until he fell asleep. Obi was okay just tucking himself, forcefully, into my knee pits.

I felt so safe.

And it rained.

Weathering the Storm

If you’ve been following the laundry room saga, you know that things didn’t turn out as simple as just popping a door in the wall so we could have a hallway directly from the bottom of the stairs to the spare room. The Boy is an engineer and he can not close his eyes to things done poorly.

So walls came out.

Plumbing has been changed out.

Electricity has been rerun.

This past week, The Boy put in insulation and framed in a new wall. We’re going to gain about six inches in that room by doing things right. BUT. Kitten Thunder does not like all the noise. They are completely over this bit of renovation.

Since they weren’t going to help The Boy, the kittehs were helping me take a nap this afternoon. I’d drifted off on the couch with a grey kitten in my arms and a brown kitten enjoying his own nap on the loveseat. And then…ALARMS!!! I woke up to my phone, The Boy’s work phone, and his personal phone screaming from less than three feet from my head. I managed to read “tornado warning,” grabbed Obi off the loveseat and told Oli to follow me. Which he did. To the top of the stairs.

The Boy was working in the laundry room and they wanted NO part of that.

Their refusal to go downstairs with me gave me enough time to realize that the alarm is not a siren. No need to go to the basement anyway. So I set Obi down and went upstairs to put in my contacts and brush my teeth. And then, SIREN.

Kitten Thunder was in The Boy’s office. I grabbed Oliver and told Obi to follow me. Nope. The Boy was walking up the stairs and I told him that the brown kitten had run into the living room. I heard them arguing about whether everyone had to go into the basement. The Boy won and appeared at the top of the stairs with a mad kitten in his arms.

The cats are both Cheyenne natives. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before – Cheyennites are weather fanatics. After the 2011 storm that wrecked my car, Facebook was full of pictures of cuts and bruises from people that were out looking at the sky when the hail started. And so…

TornadoTV. Obi watched the lower Jeff Channel.


Oliver watched from the lower Lilac Bush Channel, where they generally watch Doves Eating Seeds.


After there was no tornado to be seen, Oliver decided to inspect The Boy’s building abilities by using this water tower as a chin scratcher.


The sirens stopped and the warning expired just as The Boy ran out of things to keep his interest and went back to the laundry room. I set Kitten Thunder free and went to check out the damage.

There was some high powered, horizontal precipitation. The puddle in our bathroom  came all the way to the hall.


We got several inches of marble-sized hail at our house. The tomatoes were on the right side of the house for once. I’m giving up on ever growing zucchini.


20140713_140947As I was taking this picture, a big pit bull came running up the walk toward me. She was very excited about being free. I talked to her for a couple minutes until her frantic owner, whose fence blew over, came down the alley.

Oh! And then this happened.


Because whenever our tornado siren goes off, we immediately also get a flash flood warning…thunderstorms, you know. A local posted this picture of EMT Brian Mills pulling a raccoon out of the flood water. After this, he wrapped it up in a towel and held it for a while – which is a step past what even I would do for a wild critter. What a guy.

Oliver just walked in to my office. Weren’t we taking a nap?

Butt Head

I confess. On July 1, I did something very foolish. I said – out loud – that it has been a pretty comfortable summer so far.

The Boy and I have a pretty comfortable house but our bedroom is in the attic extension. For about ten days a year, it gets really hot and hard to sleep up there. Those days started three days ago. Last night it was roughly 9,000 degrees upstairs and my back hurt. Sleep wasn’t going to happen.

Kitten Thunder and I came downstairs and sat on the couch for a while. I dozed on and off. At about 3 a.m., I woke up and we went upstairs and managed to fall asleep.

When the alarm went of at 6 a.m., I fed the cats and returned to the couch. I fell asleep almost immediately, sitting curled up against the back of the couch with my face in the breeze from the window.

When I woke up, Oliver was enjoying the smell-o-vision. His nose was against the screen and he stretched across the back of the couch. This his butt on top of my head and his tail resting along my neck. I was too tired to care and fell back asleep.

Later, when The Boy came through to tell us all goodbye, he mentioned to Oliver that he was wasting good smell-o-vision – at this point the grey kitten was turned with his back against the screen and his paws on my head.

I told The Boy that this was better. Much better.

Ruining Lives

Over the past several weeks, the fortress is our entryway has gotten out of control. I’ve rearranged. I’ve stacked. I’ve gotten more boxes.


Today, The Boy was being super productive. He worked on the laundry room and mowed the lawn and mopped the floors and ran the dishwasher and then emptied the dishwasher. I…watched a movie and worked out.

I was going to even things out by buying groceries. But then he would cook and be more productive again. So I decided to tackle the fortress.

I’m not heartless. I left three boxes and some paper. But still, lives were ruined.


Poor kittehs.

Oliver had a little chat with me after dinner and made me realize this competition with The Boy is all in my head. For one thing, I have greatly undervalued my role of couch sitter. Kitten Thunder prefers that I limit my movement to make supervision easier. Can you imagine how hard their lives would be if I went all the places The Boy did in a day? Especially if I were to DO things?

Plus…snuggles. Five hundred productivity points for snuggles and a bonus twenty for ear kisses.

I win.

Special Delivery

This past weekend, The Boy and I were in Utah with my family for our annual trip to an amusement park. When we returned on Monday evening, the kittehs were not happy with us. We had, after all, been gone for days or months or years.

Never fear. I am very good at buying forgiveness.

I stepped out onto the porch to get the mail. Obi went to the door with me, ever obsessed with the possibility of a miller. About 20 flew out of the mailbox as I pulled the envelopes out. They were gone before I had a chance to react.

As I stepped inside, though, I saw wings fluttering on the stack of papers in my hand. “Obi! You’ve got mail.” I held the envelope down at kitten height. A happy brown kitten knocked the miller to the floor, then took his moth to the cave to play.


Oliver required a gift as well: my stinky shoes.


OutTV Expansion

You know how your cable provider is always adding new channels of quality programming without increasing the cost? Yeah, me neither. But The Boy is better than the cable company. Last week, Obi was eager to show me what he and The Boy had done in the laundry room.

He started low, to build suspense. He really likes the climbing wall that The Boy exposed.


But look! A NEW channel of OutTV! We’re not exactly sure why they covered this window with a wall. Obi very much enjoys sitting on that piece of wood, where he can rest while watching the new channel.

He was certain The Boy would leave it there.


Because why would you mess with such an awesome climbing wall?


While Obi was showing me this, The Boy brought down some insulation. And Oliver watched from a safe distance.



Right after this, The Boy got the thumbs up from me and took out the climbing wall. Obi is mad. But he’ll be happy in the long run – a new window and a very deep sill are in the works.