Tag Archives: Christmas

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

After setting up the tree this year, I asked my friends on Facebook to place their bets.

The bets were all about how long Squeak would allow the tree to stand. How long the ornaments would stay on. Whether he would climb it. But the only thing Squeak has done is turn the lights on (and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and…).

People forgot all about Kitten Thunder. And that this tree is for Obi.

Oliver was content to watch. And duck the halls, courtesy of a friendly toddler.

Eventually, even the tree was tired and we all took a nap.

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That’s a Wrap

Why we still have a “roll” of wrapping paper on the floor in the basement hallway, which we walk on every time we go into the workshop:

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If you scroll through this really quickly, it’s almost animated!

The Cozy Dilemma

I was evidently cold when I was writing my Christmas wish list this year because I got a whole bunch of fleece. Pajamas and sheets and a robe and slippers. It is awesome.

The first time Oliver walked over the really soft robe, he came to a full stop and looked down at his feet in amazement. He is no longer interested in snuggling on the old fuzzy blanket. Only on the robe.

Last night was or first night with the fleece sheets on the bed. We figured this morning would be a glorious morning of sleeping in for the grey kitten and me. But things didn’t work out that way.

At 5:30 this morning, I got up to feed the kittehs and went back to bed. Oliver found me there and was purring before he even got situated under the covers.

Fleece. Sheets. Are. Awesome.

But I have this cough right now and it is worst in the morning. Getting up started the coughing and I couldn’t get it to settle down. To let The Boy sleep, I got up.

Oliver was horrified.

Fleece sheets? He looked at me sadly.

“You can stay here and be cozy,” I whispered to him. The grey kitten turned in three circles and plunked down with his head on my pillow. I tucked the sheet under his chin.

I’d have chosen the quiet, soft sheets over a coughing Girl, too.

Man Stuff with Style

Oliver and I were on the couch this morning when Obi came up, leading The Boy to the belly rubbing rug. The Boy said “show your girl why you aren’t allowed to help with Man Stuff.”

Obi was not interested in showing me. He wanted his belly rubbed.

But The Boy borrowed my camera so he could document the issue.

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Seems the brown kitten rubbed against a door frame, claiming it in the name of Obi, just seconds after The Boy painted it.

While he looked awesome with frosted tips, I used the brush and a wet paper towel to remove the paint. And Oliver have him a bath.

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We wrapped presents today. Although Kitten Thunder is kind of mad about their boxes being filled with things that are not for them and jammed under their tree, Oliver thinks this is the best bag ever.

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Treejoicing

It was Thanksgiving weekend so, as all good American families do, we put up the Christmas tree.

For this, Obi was thankful.

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He spent all afternoon under his tree. By evening, Oliver was also under the tree and u discovered the capabilities of my camera.

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Tomorrow we go back to work. Oliver, lying in my lap, doesn’t want to hear about it.

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Christmas Cruelty

Dear bloggypeople,

Once again, I write to you – or dictate to The Girl who is typing this because “I can’t spell” – to report the most grievous behavior from my people. My Girl and The Boy left Obi and I alone, without food or water, for A YEAR.

At first, things were okay. After packing up the car with our boxes and most of our wrapping paper, The Girl gave us a bonus breakfast. But, while we were eating, they LEFT. For WEEKS.

The Lori came to feed us at first. She’s pretty good at the scritching and feeding so we thought we would be okay. And if she shows up we know that The Girl will probably come back soon. But she didn’t come back. And then, after weeks of helping us scrape by, The Lori also stopped coming.

We were doomed.

The straights, they were dire.

The kitty crunchies, despite our rationing, were creeping down below the level of the top of the bowl. The water bowl was only half full. Days stretched into weeks. Weeks stretched into months. Obi and I would soon perish, we were certain.

Plus, somehow, the litter box got fuller and fuller.

Finally, today, The Boy and The Girl returned. The Girl insisted on picking me up and kissing my ears before she fed us. Luckily, she carried me to the plates so I wouldn’t have to walk on my own in my weakened state. Obi was carried in by The Boy who had foolishly tried to rub his empty belly.

Who needs an empty belly rubbed?

I’d forgiven The Girl, a little bit (she’ll need to be punished later, after I’ve had some snuggles). Then I see THIS.

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This isn’t me!!! The Girl has some picture of a guy named Nama on her phone! And then…THIS!

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The Boy let some other cat RIDE him. WHO THE PFFT IS MADDY!?! So not okay.

I’m so mad, I’m off to lick my tail vigorously on the other side of the room. Maybe the next time, The Girl will think twice before she wanders off for a year to cheat on us with other cats.

Please, if you see The Girl out and about – should we ever allow her out or about again – glare at her pointedly and tell her that this type of behavior is unacceptable.

Sincerely,
Oliver Pi
Chief Executive Kitten

***Note from The Girl: We were gone for five days and Lori, bestest kitteh sitter in the world, came to see them every day except yesterday (Christmas) and today, because we came back today. And I like them to be hungry when we get home so we can bribe them with breakfast.

A Very Merry Christmas

The Boy and I were in Rock Springs this weekend for Christmas, parts 1 and 2. Cousin Gracie got what she wanted – a tower of boxes on which to sit and be gorgeous in front of the tree.

"Merry freaking Christmas."

“Merry freaking Christmas.”

And Cousin Spade got what he wanted – two more people to play with him.

"You suspect nothing."

“You suspect nothing.”