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
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.