When I last posted, we were wondering what poor Obi would do about belly rubs now that the quilt is off the floor. At lunch time he had tried to talk The Boy into going into the fort with him.
That didn’t happen.
So what did the brown kitten do for his after work belly rub? Did he…
A) Do a belly flop onto the fort to collapse the whole thing?
B) Decide to get his belly rub on the quilt, now wadded up in a pile on the couch?
C) Decide that a piece of brown packing paper on the other side of the room was the proper place for belly rubbing.
D) Try really hard to find belly rubs on the basement carpet satisfying.
The answer is…E) all of the above.
Tuesday was a horrible night for Obi as he tried desperately to get a decent belly rub. None of these options worked for him. Two days later there is still no solution.
To make matters worse, he REALLY likes the fort. He plays in it all day.
Life is so hard for an abused brown kitten.
I suggested, while The Boy and Obi were trying to complete a morning belly rub today, that maybe he should just get his belly rubbed right there on the rug where it used to happen. Obi glared at me and walked away.
The Boy pointed out that Obi has never liked this rug. It was the old rug that was the belly rubbing rug.
Poor abused brown kitten. The Boy giveth and The Girl taketh away.