The Big Box and Plastic Intestines

I needed a bigger bag to put my computer in. Of course I didn’t want a plain black boring one, so I was off to amazon.com to do some searching. I am a big lover of the amazon.com and all the random stuff you can find there. This is the bag I found.

It arrived yesterday. It arrived in a box big enough for four of these bags. I pulled out my new toy immediately so the kittens could play with THEIR toy.

Oliver has been inside. Obi has been inside. They’ve both been outside. They have NOT both been inside, oddly. The plastic packing intestines that filled the rest of the box are strewn across the rug. The box has been all over the living room, solely under kitten power.

This morning, the box had moved to the edge of the rug and was wedged against the recliner and the laptop box. The intestines were piled in front, and inside. Obi discovered a cave under those intestines and between the box and recliner. It. Was. Perfect.

He sat waiting. Waiting for the unsuspecting.

When The Boy brought me my coffee, I suggested he should go be unsuspecting. He went and looked in the box (not following instructions) but there was no brown kitten. He looked behind the recliner, but there was no brown kitten. He looked under the flap of the box, but there was no brown kitten. I finally told him where the brown kitten was.

Obi wins the hide and seek portion of this game. He waited again for someone to be unsuspecting.

Obviously The Boy messed this part up.

Oliver, who watched the whole thing, decided to do his duty. He got up from our blanket. He stretched. And then he walked slowly, unsuspecting, across the rug.

And the thunder? ON!

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For Thunder Thursday, I bring you way too much cuteness for one Facebook page at And My Cat. If you go there you’ll see things like this:

And this:

And this:

You want the cute? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE CUTE!

 

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Two Kittens in the Night

Some days are rough on a Chief Executive Kitten. On those days it is all he can do to lay on the rug in the dining room and gaze at The Girl with his chin propped up on the cross-brace of a chair. Today was one of those days. I’d show you a picture but, when I went to my office to get the camera, he ran in and settled on the bed.

“Oh good, we’re blogging. I can get some sleep.”

"You will put down the camera. Yoooou wiiiiill puuuuuut doooooown the caaameeeeraaaa."

I didn’t sleep right away last night. In fact, I lay awake for many hours with things running through my mind. The bright side of this is that a question has been answered.

Obi, I have mentioned, is not much of a snuggler. At least not in the conventional ways. He’s all for having you pet his aura. He’ll snuggle my feet on the couch. At least once a day he feels the need…the need to knead. And he’ll knead the back of the couch or a pillow or whatever is squishy nearby.

For a long while he slept on the loveseat in the bedroom. Then, for about a month, he attempted bed sleeping. As suddenly as it began…it stopped. I worried about whether he was getting enough snuggle in his life. Last night, I found the answer.

At about 2 a.m., Oliver got up for an early morning snack. Obi arrived. He kneaded the foot of the bed. Then the middle of the bed. Then he popped up to lick my nose. Then he went to the far side of the bed when Oliver came back. When he sneezed, Oliver noticed Obi’s presence and…well…thunder. At some point – I fell asleep around then – Oliver returned to his place in my arms, head on my pillow.

So Obi is getting his snuggle needs met. And his knead needs as well.

It is Thunder Thursday! I bring you Elwood in a box. Further proof that cats need you to buy stuff for you to ensure their continued happiness. Thanks to Phillip of the Facebook for his picture.

"You ordered happiness from Amazon? It is just my size."