Last night, The Boy and I came home from our normal beer drinking and were sitting in the living room. We usually watch TV for a while before bed but he got some new magazines. I caught up on the Book of Face on my phone.
Then something went clunk.
I ones up to see Oliver going one direction on the mantel and Obi going the other. They happened to have met right where I have some decorative balls.
We interrupt this story to wonder why I spent money on decorative balls. And why I don’t really think it was a mistake because they are pretty. And I wanted them.
Anyhow, eight kitten feet in one place was not good for the balls.
Once it was established that no one was getting in trouble, Kitten Thunder was happy to study the balls more closely.
There’s no sign off the balls today. I suspect they were claimed by the cave monster.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 