Mousie Attack!

Throw. That. Mousie.

Kill the mousie!

Throw. That. Mousie.

Kill the mousie!

Don’t balance mousie on my head.

I’m outta here.

Wait… Is that a different mousie?

Kill the mousie!

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Hampered

Sometimes, even as you’re doing something, you wonder if you’re about to do something stupid.

Like, when Kitten Thunder got excited about me unwrapping the baby’s
hamper. This, they thought, was going to be good.

Turns out they were right.

It’s upright and in the bedroom now. They keep hopping in and out of it.

So far it’s in one piece so maybe in not as stupid as I think I am.

Short and Fast

My birthday is Tuesday, and three of my fantastic friend threw me a baby shower, so there was a lot going on this weekend.

Family came. Including Cousin Jigger. Obi disapproves of cleaning and dogs in equal measure.

But baby showers seem to be awesome. Look at all the presents people bought for my kittehs!

That’s a mylar giraffe balloon that is three kitty condo stories high.

Lori, Bestest Kitteh Sitter in the World, did actually buy the boys some toys so they won’t feel unloved when the baby arrives. There was a lot of conversation about how similar baby toys and cat toys are.

By this afternoon, Oliver was ready for a nap and a snuggle with his Girl. The Girl was WAY past ready for a nap.

But it was postponed slightly when my parents got to the interstate and found out it was closed. We all know better than to travel without checking road conditions, but it was raining. Snow never crossed our minds.

They returned to the house for two hours – Jigger and Obi has a contest about who was less happy about it, but it was short lived because they were both so tired. Naps happened.

Oliver decided I could stay awake if I wanted, but he was getting his snuggle and nap.

Brushy Brushy

It’s that time of year again, where Obi gets brushed at least once a day. We’re so grateful he likes it.

No. He loves it.

His first brushing is in the morning during his belly rub. He’ll stretch out on his blanky and let The Boy brush one side. And maybe his belly. And definitely his face. And his face. And his face.

Brushy his face.

Sometimes he’ll roll over. Sometimes we have to remember which side still needs to be brushed.

And then there’s Tail. Tail does not like to be brushy brushied.

But Tail needs to be brushy brushied.

Insisting on tail brushing generally ends the brushing session. And causes a bath.

Not that he’s going to bathe while I take a picture. I mean, he’s NAKED.

Taking it to the Mattress

In the ongoing attempt to prepare a room for this little person, Kitten Thunder helped me do laundry and make the bed.

The plan is to fill this bed with pillows for lounging. We want to get it finished first so we can lounge while we contemplate the other parts.

The cats want us to leave it clear for wrestling.

They do approve of all these fabrics though. So the fabrics can stay.

Fort Fun

On Friday, we got boxes.

I made the kittehs wait for hours until I had time to open them.

Eventually, the fun wore out. So I built a fort.

Then I moved it to replace the cave which hasn’t gotten much use lately.

And the fun goes on.

Puck to Powder

A while back, we found a catnip ball. Except it wasn’t a ball anymore. Somehow, it has flattened into a puck.

But it still worked.

Over the last week, the puck moved to the living room.

And, as one does with things in the floor, The Boy stepped on it. And the puck because pebbles.

We didn’t pick them up because they were still big. And they worked.

But, as the days go by, we continue to step on the pieces of catnip. And they get smaller. So now we basically have a fine catnip powder all over the living room floor.

But it works.

Fabric Inspection

After dinner, there were no kittens holding me down. This led to and unexpected burst of productivity.

The Boy and I went into the baby’s room so that, as pregnant women are supposed to do, I could have him move furniture from one perfectly good location to a new location across the room.

And of course Kitten Thunder showed up to help.

There are no pictures of the ridiculous amount of under footedness that was happening because I was shouting orders for kittens to get out of the way.

After the furniture was in the right place, for now, the room looked startlingly like a person could live there in two months.

Kitten Thunder found letters on their bed to inspect.

And fabric.

They approve.

KTW

The Boy put the sheets on the twin bed in the baby room. We sat on it a while and considered the need for throw pillows. And how to arrange shelves.

But Kitten Thunder doesn’t want pillows on their wrestling ring!

It’s bad enough that The Boy put the rug back up there. It’s seriously hindering their ability to body slam.

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What was that?

Why are you holding the phone?

Did you just take my picture?

Rude.

You should scritch my back.

What was that sound?

Did you just take my picture?

Rude.