Trauma

After punishing me for our absence last weekend, Oliver was shocked when we up and left again this weekend.

This time we were in Steamboat. Feeding birds.

And walking to waterfalls.

And drinking beer.

The kittens, obviously, did not approve. Especially since there had to go two days with only snackums to get by.

But we have come home. And they survived. Obi is demanding belly rubs from The Boy every twenty minutes to work off the rubbing deficit.

And Oliver and I did this.

And this.

And this.

He got up and went to the recliner to finish his bath but when I picked up my phone he came back to do this.

I’m going nowhere and doing nothing.

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