Monthly Archives: January 2017


Peoples of the internet, Obi here. Oliver suggested that I should give you an update on Squeak’s training.

I suspect Oli is just trying to distract me so he can take a nap. But whatever.

Squeak is getting to be more useful. 

Oliver has been teaching him to pet. He’s actually pretty good, says The Girl. She says he’s a natural. He has the scritchy motion down and rarely grabs. Once he grabbed Oliver’s ear, after several minutes of scritchying his head. He was NOT happy but he waited patiently while The Girl pulled the baby’s fingers open. But that did end the lesson for the day.
Oliver says I need to be patient with training if I’m going to be Chief Executive Kitten when he’s gone. I say he can stay for forever because that kid isn’t touching me until he’s fully trained.

I mean yes, this is super cute. But it’s also an invasion of personal space.

I’ll keep supervising his play skills.

From a safe distance.

He coming along. He holds things in his hands and rolls all over the place. Any day now he’ll figure out that crawling thing and I’m going to see if he can Thunder. Maybe he’ll actually do what he’s supposed to, unlike Oli, and travel past my clever ambushes.

Yesterday, though, I realized I’d underestimated the value of my people kitten. I mean, I like him and all. But I’ve been skeptical of all these promises of fun and usefulness.

Then it happened. The Girl used the magic toy making stick to find my yarn balls and one of Squeak’s stuffed animals. He was unimpressed by the reappearance of his missing toy.

Like Excalibur, the stick called to him. Is he the chosen one? Is he the hope for us all and bringer of new pieces?

I’m suddenly hopeful for the future.

Later peoples,

Obi me-out!


Toy Ring

We took Squeak on a road trip to see family for Christmas. Kitten Thunder, though not asked, opted to stay home and let Bestest Kittehsitter in the World, Lori, take care of them.

And boy did she ever. Obi kind of wants us to go away again because he was getting brushed every day, plus a belly rub, AND she brought him a Christmas stocking full of toys.

Squeak also brought toys with him when he came home. Our three little one have decided to share.

Kind of.

Oliver is now in the habit of storing milk rings on the rug with the baby toys, but he gets rather upset when Squeak picks one up and starts chewing on it.

Fortunately, The Girl agrees.

She also thinks the baby is too young for catnip pillows. No matter how many times Obi throws it to him.

And Obi sighs. That kid is not very good at catching things anyway.