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.
Obviously.
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.
Good mouses.
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.
