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.