There’s nothing better than The Girl’s lap for an evening snuggle after dinner. But after a snuggle, a kitteh needs a serious nap to recharge before bedtime.
And for that a kitteh needs a recliner, prewarmed by The Boy.
It’s even better if he tucks you in.
Obi likes to watch television up close and personal. But when I’m watching a Russian drama with subtitles it really drives home that he makes a better wall than a window.
Oliver and I were on the couch this morning when Obi came up, leading The Boy to the belly rubbing rug. The Boy said “show your girl why you aren’t allowed to help with Man Stuff.”
Obi was not interested in showing me. He wanted his belly rubbed.
But The Boy borrowed my camera so he could document the issue.
Seems the brown kitten rubbed against a door frame, claiming it in the name of Obi, just seconds after The Boy painted it.
While he looked awesome with frosted tips, I used the brush and a wet paper towel to remove the paint. And Oliver have him a bath.
We wrapped presents today. Although Kitten Thunder is kind of mad about their boxes being filled with things that are not for them and jammed under their tree, Oliver thinks this is the best bag ever.
Today is our anniversary. So it’s kind of funny that we had a dinner that centers around the biggest disagreement The Boy and I have ever had: what goes into a tuna fish sandwich.
The Boy has these crazy ideas about adding mustard. Bleh. And he leaves out the sweet relish – pretty much the whole reason to eat tuna fish.
I will say that I never knew how necessary hard boiled eggs are to a great sandwich. So he gets points for that.
The best way to deal with marital strife is to ignore it. So when we both decided to have tuna fish sandwiches for dinner, we each made our owl bowl of filler.
And we each opened our own cans of tuna.
Happy anniversary, Kitten Thunder.
A letter from Oliver:
As you know, My Girl has been making a quilt square for The Boy’s train club. This, plus the book, plus that work stuff she does has reduced my snuggle time to unacceptable levels. So when she mentioned to Obi and me that we could finish her sewing while she was gone last night, we considered it.
But then we realized that one of us would have to drive the loud bobby part and one of us would have to push down the pedal. As Obi was suggestion that my higher level of subdermal fluffiness made me a better candidate for pushing the pedal – I’m not sure exactly what that means but it felt like an insult – I remembered that our help wasn’t really appreciated a couple weekends ago when My Girl was making a receiving blanket.
I’ve been meaning to comment on this Andrew guy and “allergies”… Why are we sending presents to someone who values breathing over his responsibility to host a cat in his home? Seriously.
Anyway, we decided not to sew My Girl’s square for her.
Today, though, I saw an opportunity to really help. My Girl was laying out little squares of fabric to make a big square. This is where I should point out that the little squares were a big square to begin with but My Girl cut up the big square… Humans are weird.
As you can see, this is kind of a boring interpretation of a train. I offered an alternative with a little more flare.
For an artist, My Girl was not very open to this new idea. I was offered a supervisory position away from the dining room table.
And, as you can see, My Girl went back to her boring old plan.
Sometimes people don’t recognize genius when it’s right on front of their face. It would probably help if they had whiskers.
I’ve been quilting all week. I’m tired of it so Kitten Thunder offered to help.
The problem is that Oliver had no legs.
And Obi prefers the sewing machine when it’s quiet and nothing is bobbing around.
I’m practically on my own here.
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