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She who must be punished.

If you’ve noticed that I haven’t been answering my blog comments I apologize. The Boy and I went to New Mexicon on the Chile Immersion Tour. I can now order anything with chile on it without fear because my tastebuds now speak the language of fire.

We were gone for four and a half days and I was expecting some serious punishment. I’ve been pleasantly surprised.

First, we must point out that it was Lori’s turn to babysit and that she came over to feed them, drink coffee and watch TV so they’d have some people time each day. My babysitters – Sarah and Lori – are awesome. I’m happy to report that Obi hung out on the couch with her and Oliver wasn’t a total jerk. He has a tendency to be less than nice around substitute mothers. When The Boy wasn’t living with us he would get an icy stare the entire time he was in my house without me – even though he was watching TV or reading a book for the benefit of Oli.

While we were gone, Kitten Thunder did some interesting things. Not terribly interesting, someone had a hairball on a full stomach. Eew. More interesting, someone got on the top shelf of my desk and knocked off a little glass ring box. Nothing broke but the contents have been evenly distributed around the room. Even more interesting, Oliver has started playing with Mr. Bear again.

Mr. Bear is a normal sized teddy bear that on occasion needs to move from one room to another. In the old house, Mr. Bear or Puppy would guard the breakfast plates. Or come to bed in the middle of the night. Or lay in the living room window. It’s fun to watch a cat move a stuffed animal that big. Since moving, Puppy has been in the front window and Mr. Bear has been on the bed in my office. Getting no attention at all.

He was in the kitchen when we got home. He’s been kneaded three times since I put him back on the bed.

Who knows what else has happened that I just haven’t found yet.

As far as punishment which, as all cat owners know, is required: it hasn’t been too bad. Obi was desperate for a belly rub. There’s no playing it cool when your belly hasn’t been rubbed for almost five days. Oli let me pick him up before he remembered I needed to be punished.

And then I fed them…so that was a nice gesture.

We plunked down on the couches – sitting all day is so exhausting – and got some snuggle. Oliver tried really hard to snub me. But I have the chin scratching fingernails. And then I got under the blanky. He can’t lay under a blanky by himself.

Obi and I played a weird game of cave monster while I was laying on the couch…I kind of made up the ceiling structure for the cave.

Then Thunder happened and all is well.

No one needs to tell them that I leave for a work trip tomorrow morning. The Boy can handle the fallout.