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Coffee Cake

The lesson of the day, boys and girls, is how much kittens like coffee cake. The short answer is: a lot. Let us take a moment, though, to explore a couple case studies.

Obi was first to notice the bag from Starbucks sitting on my desk. I was typing and didn’t think to protect my food from the kitten.  Usually he would not disturb a package. This time, his nose went right in the bag. I pushed him back and said “mine.”

Normally that would be enough. The nose went in the bag. Again and again and again. Hoping to myself that I will someday be more firm with human children, I broke a piece of coffee cake off for Obi.

His glee resounded through the house, alerting a grey kitten to the availability of food.

Oliver jumped up onto the desk and shoved Obi to the floor. I glared at him and figured he deserved what he was about to get.

Nothing. The coffee cake was gone.

Oli pushed his head all the way into the bag, then raised up to shower his face with crumbs. As he took a step back I removed the bag so he wouldn’t fall off the desk. I set the bag down. He shoved his face in. Repeat until I decide to put the bag on the floor.

Shortly later, two kittens were laying on the bed in the office washing each other’s face. Mmmm, coffee cake flavored brother.


Weekend Snapshots: The Grandpeople

My parents both have their birthday in August so we had ice cream cake. We don’t know why, but this afternoon Kitten Thunder decided my dad was the soft target. They both sat at his feet, watching and waiting for him to share, while three of us ate without a mooch. Perhaps they thought he should get to share since today is his birthday.


I hurt Oliver’s feelings this morning. He pestered and pestered in the early morning until I broke down and fed him. But then he kept on pestering. When I finally got up he was excitedly leading me toward the stairs. I snapped:

“I am perfectly aware that I fed you already, young man, and you’ve probably conned your grandmother into feeding you as well.”

Oli looked stricken. He dropped his tail and went back to the chair to lay down. Then I got downstairs and found out he hadn’t been down to see my mom at all. No conning.

I went up and got him. He’s quick to forgive.


Oliver is in a decorative box on the bed in my office right now. Obi is scratching his chin on the outside of the box. A white paw darts out of the box and whaps him in the face. Obi returns the whap. And scratches his chin again.


The grandpeople agree that Thunder Cafe provides some good OutTV.

While watching a squirrel eating seeds on the window sill, my parents suddenly found themselves starring on InTV when the squirrel turned to look in at us.


My dad was fishing for cat-fish, using a leather string to play with Kitten Thunder, when the grey cat-fish showed him why you should keep your feet on the couch while fishing. That cat has claws and thinks toes are tasty.


Oliver has won the battle of the decorative box.


A message to Barb: Operation Buy Something Pretty was successful. Operation Buy a Back-To-School-Outfit was, um, less successful.