Now that we’re home, we’re integrating the wonderful gifts we received into our home. Some, like clothes and sheets, Kitten Thunder chooses to wait until later to inspect.
But additions to my collection of small fortune kitties – not to be confused with a small collection of fortune kitties – merits a close look.
And when did I find that green one and put it back? Obi knocked him off the shelf last week. He’ll take care of you later, green cat.
But Kitten Thunder was, of course, most excited about THEIR present from Aunt Barb.
This little feeder is sure to enhance the OutTV programming from the front window. An excellent show for comfy condo viewing.
A review is sure to come.
There was a rip roaring party on OutTV.
We were gone for a couple days so we missed the big party. I guess the food I put out was a great success.
Kitten Thunder was less pleased. Obi has been leading The Boy to the belly rubbing rug several times an hour to try to catch up.
Oliver punished me for a little while before settling in to get some super snuggles. After dinner I whined when he left me for the prewarmed chair. But, after all, he’d had to sleep on room temperature chairs for three days.
After further consideration, though, Oliver decided he’d missed me more. And if he stretches across my face it’s kind of the best if both worlds.
We wrapped presents today. Well, I wrapped. Obi supervised.
Oliver didn’t want to ruin the surprise so he supervised with his back turned.
But don’t worry, they both inspected my ribbon tying skills.
I passed. Then I hid the present with curling ribbon.
A letter from Oliver:
My Girl has been talking about The Baby for a while. Obi and I aren’t quite sure what that is. It comes up at weird times. Like when I’m stretched out over My Girl’s stomach, which is extra comfy lately, The Boy says he can’t wait until The Baby kicks me. So whatever it is has feet, I guess.
Last night it came up again when Aunt Staci sent us new blankets. My Girl said they are for The Baby. So… Am I The Baby? Is Obi? Is The Baby our new name? It doesn’t have the same ring to it as Kitten Thunder.
But these blankets are for us.
So the dilemma came tonight after dinner. I’d been holding My Girl down on the couch but I needed to take a bath. My new blankets seemed like a good place. I even settled close enough to Obi so he could get my ears.
Then The Boy got up. And there was a prewarmed chair. But I was cozy on my blankets. Dilemma. I leaned back against Obi to consider my problem.
Sometimes my brother is very smart. He got up – it seemed like he was in a huff but I don’t know why that would be – and stomped off. There, where he’d been, was a prewarmed blanket.
As I’ve mentioned recently, Obi is terminally bored. Yarn balls are not fun. Neither is flat mousie. Other toys are okay for a couple minutes if The Boy or I will play with him.
The Boy even went through the toy bucket.
So sad. Obi has nothing to play with.
The Boy would tell you my next actions might be an indication of how spoiled the kittens are. I would say it’s why people who don’t know better might THINK the kittens are spoiled. But those people are wrong.
I bought Oliver and Obi new toys.
Oliver said not to bother putting the catnip in the mouses, he’d take it straight from the vial.
But I did.
And it was good.
So good, Obi needed to wash Oliver’s ears.
Since Oliver was rolling all over all the toys, I liberated one and tossed it to Obi on the tissue paper.
And it was good.
For five minutes.
This morning, after the haze had worn off, Oliver doesn’t think it was good at all.
We got some tissue paper and a bag.
We dumped the toy bucket.
We fed a squirrel (and birds!) sour dough rolls.
We watched the shoveling snow shoe on The Jeff Channel.
And we enjoyed a little brotherly love.
Now The Boy is back. And we’re doing pretty much the same thing.