Monthly Archives: April 2015

Woman’s Work

I have horrible posture. Horrible.

I can try to remember to stand up straight and sit straight at the beer or dinner table, but at my desk… Horrible.

Not wanting to be hunchbacked by 50, I decided a kneeling chair was worth trying. It’s really hard to slouch on a kneeling chair.

It arrived this afternoon. The Boy is at work.




Obi inspected the elements as I went to find a screwdriver. Tools? Maybe we should wait for The Boy, the brown kitten suggested. This looks like man’s work.

Pish, I said. I mentioned that I owned a home before The Boy. I lived alone. I built my last desk. Oliver flipped his ears back, remembering the cussing, crying and bloodshed of that night.

If I was going through with this, they would supervise… From a distance.


All I had to do was bolt the pads onto the frame and put on the casters. It took ten minutes and I only mushed my fingers once. Okay, twice.

Once I left the room, they inspected my work.


We’ll see, they said. But maybe The Boy should check it when he gets home.


In case you’re wondering, I’ve been sitting in the chair while I wrote this blog. And I’m sore already, but it’s the sore of a person who doesn’t use her back muscles to sit up straight. I’m optimistic.

Shelving your birthday plans

It’s my birthday and we’ve celebrated Thunder style. First, a birthday snuggle.


Then I was allowed to get a pedicure.


On my way home, I received a text from The Boy. Obi was supervising from the ironing board.


I got home to see the fruits of his supervisory labor.




New books shelves for the reading nook!

And now, a bonus snuggle from Oliver.


Happy birthday to me.

Why I Have Such a Big Data Plan

Oliver has been sleeping on the cat shelf, enjoying smell-o-vision, all day. So when he came down at 5:04 p.m. and I told him I was still working, he let me know in certain terms that he did not approve. In fact, he was desperate for a snuggle.



I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat at my desk, working from my phone.

That is what technology is for.

The Switch

Hello. Have we told you about the box?


I poked this head sized hidey hole in it so I can see my brother coming…


And hide.


TADAAAAAA! I leap from the box!


Did someone see a brother come through here?


Hello. Have we told you about the box?


Best box ever.

Nothing to Report

On Friday morning, The Boy left town for a train show. And it snowed. And hailed. And thundered. And rained. And snowed.

So Kitten Thunder and I ordered pizza, wings, and brownies.


And then, aside from when I went to the gym to work off the brownies, we spent the whole weekend like this.


So… That’s what happened.


This was supposed to be a cute post about Obi coming home from his teeth cleaning. I thought maybe there would be a cute video of a drunken brown kitten. But it was not cute.

Obi had his teeth cleaned and two teeth pulled. Dr. Tiffany called to let me know he was enjoying his drugs and heating pad and not really showing any interest in coming home at noon.

At 2:30 p.m., I went to pick him up. He was still groggy. He was a little crabby and have me a hiss as I held him. Tiffany suggested that he stay in his carrier at home for another hour until his legs were steadier.

I still had high hopes for cuteness.

At home, I set the carrier down. Oliver had been worried for his brother all day so I wanted them reunited, even if it was through a door.

But someone hissed. Then it became a battle.

And I made a big mistake.

I took Obi out of his carrier, thinking Oliver needed to SEE his brother. The fight escalated and I had to get up to protect a floppy brown kitten. Obi hissed and things got even worse.

If you remember the great battle of the black cat from last year you know that NO ONE speaks to Oliver’s girl like that.

He started leaping at Obi from the floor. It took three tries of me running into a room and trying to shut the door to get a barrier between us.

I tried to get Obi to nap in my arms, but an angry brother flinging himself against the door wasn’t restful. Eventually I settled Obi in a box in the basement, closed the stairway door, and let Oliver out.

An hour later, we tried again. Starting with rubbing The Boys pillow case all over the brown kitten to get rid of the vet office smell. That worked… Until Obi moved.

Imposter! Oliver cried at the wobbly kitten.

I picked Oliver up and locked him in the basement.

We tried again when The Boy came home. The belly rub was great. Then Obi walked.

Imposter! Oliver went back to the basement.

After another hour, The Boy went to cook dinner and let Oliver up. Obi and I stayed on the couch. Casual. The grey kitten came in. He checked me out. He walked cautiously up to Obi

Ears… Obi.
Back… Obi.
Tail… Obi.

Then Obi got up to walk away and Oliver followed him a couple steps before knocking him down. For a nice long bath.


It was a tough day for both kittens. Obi is taking a good nap under the watchful eyes of his big brother – who is making sure that stinky, hissy jerk imposter doesn’t come back.

Is It Cheese?

The bag says cheese…


It looks like cheese, though it is a little chunkier than usual…


There’s only one way to know for sure…


Nope, the cheese taster says “not cheese.”


The whole time I wrote this, I thought about this:

Still one of the best uses of online video for marketing. Ever.