I was cleaning the house today and ruthlessly tossing out parts of kitty playland; I removed several shopping bags, some tissue paper, and flattened boxes. Then I rebuilt the fortress in our entry way that consists of one large piece of paper and two boxes. I crumpled some tissue paper and tossed it in the box.
Oliver promptly climbed into the box and shoved the tissue out.
Obi arrived and pushed the paper ceiling down. Oliver ran from the fortress and there was a flurry of furry. A furry flurry.
Obi returned to stomp the paper down some more.
He tried out the inside of the fortress as Oliver returned.
But if it wasn’t going to cause a thunder, Obi didn’t really want to be in the box.
Oli reclaimed the box as Obi came to see what I was doing, laying flat on the floor in the living room.
Oliver made himself comfortable on the inside of the fortress. Obi found his spot on the outside.
I was inspired, after seeing the floor at this angle, to sweep.
"I've had a long day. Do we HAVE to blog tonight?"
Obi set up the perfect ambush for his brother today. It went a little like this:
Pick the victim: Oliver.
Pick the bait: The Girl is going into the downstairs bedroom to change into pants. Oliver is sure to follow.
Pick the location: The wall juts out here in the hallway. I will wait for Oliver here and when he walks by, unsuspecting, I will pounce.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Oliver is coming down the stairs. Wait. The Girl is coming around the corner – she is already changed. She sees me, but doesn’t let on. Good Girl.
Oliver is walking down the hallway. Wait. He walks by. Um, lay down. Oliver walks around The Girl and they both walk by to go upstairs. The Girl shrugs at me and giggles.
Something went wrong. Back to the drawing board.
"Leave the dragon alone. I am basking."
Zensai is nearly ten years old and lately he’s been having trouble staying up on the flower pot he had for basking. Part of this is probably because he has scratched off all the texture. Part could be because he is old and it was hard to cling to a round pot. So this weekend The Boy, the grandpeople and I put our heads together and found this solution – a square pot. He seems to approve. Not that he would admit that.
The Girl walks in. “Obi, you want to help me get my pajamas on?”
Sure. Stretch. Follow The Girl down the stairs.
The Girl stops and puts finger near wall. “Look, Obi Wan, a big ol’ wolf spider.”
Look at finger. Look at finger. Look at finger as The Girl taps the wall. Hey! There’s a spider on the wall!
Jump at the spider, fall to the floor. Jump at the spider, fall to the floor. Jump at the spider, fall to the floor. Jump at the spider and grab him on the way down to the floor.
He runs away! He turns and comes back! Aaaaaaaah! Jump out of the way.
Smack the spider. Look at paw. See spider on the floor. Smack the spider.
Where’s the spider? Jump back.
Where’s the Spider! Jump to side.
WHERE’S THE SPIDER!?! Jump three times in a circle.
The spider is on the floor, rolled into a ball. Smack the spider.
Declare victory and strut down the hall. Come on, Girl, let’s get those pajamas.
It’s Thunder Thursday! I have some really good options for guest fuzzy this week, but I just have to show you this video. This cat, Sadie, is a hero. She is calm in the face of imminent threat. And her boy is very lucky to have her. Watch her eyes when he coos – that is the look of suppressed panic.
I believe most cat owners are familiar with the claw: a hand held, claw-like, then fitted over the face of a cat. Kitten Thunder has numerous uses for the claw.
My dad and I firmly believe that grey kittens, universally, love the claw. They’ll walk across the room for it. My theory is that their brains are a little fluffy and they like the feeling of having it tamped down a little bit. It is a favorite kind of pet. Even Gracie, my parents’ tiny cat who only allows you to pet the aura of her aura with the very tip of your aura when she’s feeling VERY lonely, will allow you to give her the claw.
Obi likes the claw as well. The fluffy brain theory would also apply to him. Though he always refluffs his brain with a head shake as he pulls away from the claw. And comes back for another round.
Kitten Thunder also enjoys claw fights. If one of them is feeling feisty but can’t get their brother to play, a good battle of the claw is very satisfying. I can set up several feet away and display a claw. With a fierce look a possibly a butt wriggle, a kitten face is thrust into the claw. The goal of course is to attack the claw off center so he can bite the soft spot between thumb and index finger while dragging the claw to the ground for kicking. There is growling on both sides. Then we break off.
The attack is repeated. And repeated. And repeated.
I love the claw.
I had totally forgotten about this until I saw it on someone’s Facebook today. If you have cats, you will love http://www.simonscat.com/
Today’s guest star for Thunder Thursday is cousin Spade. The grandpeople brought Spade to Cheyenne with them a couple years ago when he was too young to stay home by himself. Unfortunately he stayed just long enough for he and Oliver to get to the “I hit you but I think it is supposed to be fun” phase.
"You can't have a full house without a Spade."
Things you should know about Spade:
1. He looks like he is solid black but when he’s in the sun you can see he is actually black with black stripes. No joke.
2. His nickname is Spadosaurus because he’s basically a bowling ball on tiny feet and he is the LOUDEST WALKER ever.
3. His favorite toy? Rubber bouncy balls. Favorite game? Carrying them to the top of the basement stairs and throwing them down so he can watch. Them. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce all the way down.
4. He adores kids. You need someone to play cars or with your dolls or a video game? He’s in.