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Cartoon Friday

Oh heeeeeey. Yesterday was Thursday and I forgot to blog. But here’s what I was wanting to share: the latest Simon’s Cat. After last week’s travel, it hit close to home.

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…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.

Brat attack!

You are mostly treated to stories of Obi and Oli being well behaved and cute. Usually they love each other. And it is cute. But sometimes they are bratty. And, well, that’s cute too.

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This morning Obi was up on the mantle watching TV up close. It is cute enough that I don’t mind him sitting in front of the TV for a couple minutes each morning. But then he started batting at a decorative ball.

“Obi. Stop.”

Bat bat bat.

“Ah! Stop.”

The ball was abandoned temporarily and then pushed back into place when The Boy delivered the life-giving coffee. I’d have done it myself but Oliver and I were snuggling.

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I was hard at work at my desk and Oliver was in the condo. Obi arrived and jumped up to the condo. In an unusual move, Oliver refused to share his space. Obi tried to lay to the right. Then the left. No dice.

Then Obi got the last laugh.

Obi stood on the ledges of the condo over Oliver. He closed his eyes and basked in the sunbeam. After a few minutes, Oli opened his eyes. Where was the heat from the sun? Being soaked up by the brown kitten.

Ha.

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I was laying on the couch after work, waiting for a grey kitten to appear. Eventually, he did. He jumped up and the couch and Obi snuck up and bit Oliver on the butt. Oli turned around and I pulled the blanket up over him.

Brown kitten! Obi leapt from the middle of the room and belly flopped onto the lump of brother.

Snuggle canceled; thunder on.

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It’s Thunder Thursday! I think it’s only appropriate to show the latest Simon’s Cat film. Just like Obi – only Obi does it all on purpose.

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And on an unrelated note: Mr. Bear is on the move again. After seeing him spend months laying face down on the rug in The Boy’s office, I finally took pity on the poor bear and set him, sitting up, against the book shelf so he could at least look out the window. That small action set him off. He has since moved into the kitchen, checked out the fridge, and moved into the hallway. He seems to be headed toward the living room.

Oh, how he suffers.

The Boy is gone on a trip right now. It has been 36 hours since Obi has had a proper belly rubbing. And, oh, how he suffers.

And thus, how we all suffer.

This morning Oliver and I were laying on the couch like we always do in the morning. About the time The Boy should have been making my coffee, Obi walked to the middle of the room and plopped down.

“ME!” He yelled.

You see, usually my coffee delivery is postponed because Obi convinces The Boy it is time for the belly rub. Obi runs out to the rug and gets into position, belly exposed, and The Boy comes in and works his magic. They pet and roll and brush and purr. Then I get my coffee.

This morning there was no Boy. There was also no coffee but you don’t see me throwing myself to the ground in a tizzy, now do you? Of course…how would you know if I had? But I DIDN’T.

I’ve done my best to fill in. The problem is that I am The Girl. And The Girl is good for playing and comforting. Those are my jobs. So when I rub the belly it turns into The Claw with biting and scratching and kicking (and kisses to assure me that we’re still playing).

We did manage to get one brush full of hair removed from his coat. We feel pretty good about that.

Tomorrow, though, The Boy will be coming home to three happy mammals. Obi will get his belly rubber back. I will no longer be in charge of the belly rubbing. And Oliver’s snuggles will not be interrupted again.

Zensai, as always, really couldn’t be convinced to care less.

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It’s Thunder Thursday! On Tuesday, Cousin Puck’s girl sent me a picture of her poor, miserable fuzzy. Puck is a prime example of Feline Heat Index: Too Hot.

"Set the A/C on frosty, please."