The Boy was gone this weekend and I had big plans to get things done. And I did. If you consider sitting on the couch with Kitten Thunder getting something done, I did.
Obi and Oliver spent the whole weekend doing coordinated snuggling so I couldn’t get off the couch. They let me up to eat – if I fed them too – and go to bed. And to the bathroom as long as they could go too.
Obi watched Black Sails with me. He said I could take his picture to send to The Boy to show him how dire things were here on the homefront.
We did manage to brush Obi, do the dishes, and work a little bit on the bracelets I’m donating to the Fur Ball (tickets still available). And I rearranged some furniture – this with both Obi and Oliver helping IMMENSELY. I don’t like the new arrangement, but I’ve lost the will to fix it.
So…since that’s all there was to the weekend, I bring you photos of Cat Shaming. Have you ever noticed that the cats don’t really seem ashamed at all? Your homework: what has your cat done that s/he SHOULD be ashamed of?
You have got to go check out my Pinterest board. I have the best kitteh pictures from the past couple weeks.
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Oliver is laying next to me and every once in a while he licks my side where my sweater has ridden up. I have to say that little kitteh tongue is the most best tickle in the world.
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It was cold and snowy today. I had to wear my winter coat for the second time this fall – which is wrong, as it is nearly December. I’m a little afraid of the upcoming winter when it finally gets here.
But cold days mean that I had help with my design work and Facebooking today. Oliver likes to lay next to me, with his elbow on my stomach. He insists on putting his front paws on my laptop. Often, one of those paws hits the trackpad and suddenly my screen zooms WAY in or WAAAAAY out. When that happens I slide my hands under his paw.
He feels like he’s in control. I get some work done.
After days of sitting in the car and sitting around with the family, eating things that are only eaten at Christmas, I am putting my workout as a priority over this blog tonight. Oliver thinks we should be laying on the couch.
So basically, nobody’s happy.
BUT!!! It is Thunder Thursday so I present you with my favorite Christmas flavored LOLs from this year, courtesy of the Cheezburger purveyor.
We have also added the pins to the Pinterest board, if your fancy would be tickled by such things.
“There’s a dog on this book. I thought it was a present. Who would want a dog?”
On Saturday, we had a party to go to for a little boy. It turned out I had a headache and the idea of going to the Party Pony with a bunch of happy, screaming five year olds was intolerable. But I didn’t know that when Obi and I wrapped the present.
“This is MY box. Be gone!”
This morning, Obi and I were downstairs working out. He found an empty box balanced on another box. There was much cuteness. Then the box tipped and he struggled to find some way to lay comfortably.
Eventually, I stepped in and leveled the box. All was well with the world.
“If you’re going to stay, would you at least go get us some cheese?”
I went upstairs, mostly to brush my teeth and put in my contacts. Oliver met me at the top of the stairs with a “there’s nothing to see here” look on his face. He danced around my feet in a guilty fashion. I scooped him up.
“Where is your brother?”
Oliver gave me a big hug. We sat on the love seat in the reading nook so I could rub his belly and scritch his ears. Even though I was doing nothing but snuggling him, the grey kitten continued to act a little guilty.
Then I figured out why.
A bumping came from the cabinet under the cat shelf. I looked over in time to see a black paw sneaking out from the closed door. Now usually, Obi could open that door without an issue. This time, however, someone had pushed the cat shelf blanket down so it was holding the door shut.
Oliver jumped from my lap and, over casually, walked to the stairs. As he said…nothing to see here.
I freed his brother.
Thunder on.
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It is Thunder Thursday! Only one LOL picture today for numerous reasons:
a) Oliver is laying in my lap complaining because I said we were going to bed.
b) Obi is pulling the blanket off the giant pile o’ Christmas that is in the office. The Boy’s birthday present is conspicuous on top of the pile.
c) Someone has filled I Can Has Cheezburger with a whole bunch of stuff that doesn’t belong there and it was hard to find anything that made me El Oh El. So…
…but I have a cold and I had to be on the road at 6:30 this morning to get to a conference in Denver at 8:30. I am tired. Please enjoy these videos from Simon’s Cat.
Doo doo dooooooooo do dah doo. Doo doo doooooooo doo dah doo. Dah dah dah dah dah dah dum de dummmmmmm. Doo doo dooooooo do dah dooooooo.
This is what I sang in Oliver’s ear during every commercial break of Dr. Who last night. He was laying in my arms on the couch. When I’d sing, he would look back on me with purr face. He’s a big fan, too.
Knowing there’s got to be an intersection of two of my favorite things, cats and Dr. Who, on the interwebs. I did a search. Strap yourself in for some sci fi cuteness!
First, the full set of Dr. Mew in all his incarnations.
Second, kitty condo TARDISi. They’re bigger on the inside.
Third, Dalek can have cheezburger:
And last, because this still hasn’t gotten old and I’ve watched it hundreds of times…don’t blink.
We’ve built forts before. See this post and this post. But fall is in the air, the cave has been played out, and it was time for a new one. I thought.
Step 1: Sigh as you look at all the stuff on the coffee table.
Step 2: Clear off table. Check to make sure kitten still fits underneath.
Step 3: Choose fort position and building material.
Step 4: Add weight to keep the fort from coming undone on quick exits.
Step 5: Add second room to the fort by tucking a corner into the recliner.
Step 6: Closely inspect entrances and exits. Make the rules clear – no girls allowed.
Step 7: After all the work is done The Boy, who is allowed, will come home and point out that the cardboard box room is on the belly rubbing rug.
Step 8: Examine the perimeter while you consider the problem.
Step 9: Carefully consider the cardboard box room.
Step 10: Destroy the fort.
Step 11: Destroy the fort!
Step 13: Blame The Girl for this mess. Remind her that girls aren’t allowed. Not even in a half fort.
Step 14: Appreciate the wreckage of the destroyed fort. Have The Girl put the cardboard box back in the corner where it belongs and pull the recliner cave all the way down before the books on the coffee table end up on the floor.
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It’s Thunder Thursday! Here are three funnies that people sent me on the Book of Face lately. It’s like they think I’m caught up with my cats or something. It is true that my coworkers completely lend themselves to this sort of thing.
Oli was on the director’s chair glaring at me because I’m in his chair. Then he got in the condo and glared at me. Then I looked over and he was laying on my computer bag on the bed. Oliver is on his blanket. Poor put down upon brown kitten.
Just as I finished writing that paragraph, Oli and Obi switched places. All is right with the world.
I left the house for two hours today. Kitten Thunder was so relieved when I arrived home. Have I put more products in my Zazzle store? I assured them I have.
Last night I went into the basement to Draino my shower and there was a HUGE wolf spider in there. It made the one in this photo look kind of on the small size. I’ve discovered that I have an inner second grade boy – for about ten seconds I thought about what the spider would do if I poured Draino on it. Luckily, the me that would still feel guilty about that ten years later smacked the 2nd grade boy upside the head.
When the Draino had done its magic, Obi happened to be with me and he chased the spider for a while. Then it ran down the drain. Which means it was waiting for me this morning because it can’t climb the walls of the bathtub. Ick. I scooped him up with a box and threw him in the trash.
So he’s still down there…waiting…
The squirrels are frantically collecting food for the winter because it is finally a tiny bit cooler. I slept under a sheet for the first time in four months last night. Yay! It has made for some excellent OutTV because I stocked all the window sills with corn mix and peanuts.
I put some finch mix in the bird feeder, hoping for some goldfinches. Nope. Sparrows and wrens as per usual. I was hoping some of the Brewers blackbirds would come over for some of the corn. Unfortunately, our neighbor seems to be serving bird cocaine and they won’t budge from that feeder. Eventually they’ll notice the berry trees on the other side of our house and there will be AWESOME OutTV for about one day while they strip them clean.
The squirrels are also harvesting the plums on those top branches of our tree. They make getting the plums look easy. Climbing a telephone pole with a plum in your mouth, however, looks difficult.
Since I’m LOLing at you, this is a cute picture of an otter. The Boy and I are going to Monterey/Redwood City/San Francisco in the near future. My favorite part of the Bay area? Otters. Otters. Otters.
We should probably do a drinking – or the “if I had a dollar for every time I hear” – game about the word otter. Because I’ll be talking about them. A lot.
Interesting fact: otters have to be taught to swim. And the first time they are dragged into the water they act as if their mother is trying to kill them. No joke.
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