I’m a big believer in shopping locally, but that doesn’t always translate into buying locally. Like when I can save $120 for a nonprofit client by avoiding Office Depot’s crazy markup.
Or when the regional metalworking store estimates the equipment I need to TRY a new technique will cost me $70 and I can find it online for less than half that – this, I suspect, was a communications/inventory issue and I will continue to check with them first.
Or when I can’t find a pair of high waisted, tight exercise pants in town at all. Until I found one ugly pair, finally, for about a mortgage payment ON CLEARANCE.
Anyway, The Boy and I have gotten some packages lately. And Kitteh Thunder has added on to the fortress.
And, since the weather is nicer today, I added to the cave.
But when The Girl giveth, she must also taketh away. While refreshing the tissue paper and packing paper I discovered some peed on paper.
No, Obi doesn’t know why his brother confused the watch tower with the water closet.
Not fooled by the nice weather that allowed me to drink a beer, barefooted, on the porch yesterday, I’ve been worrying about removing Obi’s cave from the end of the couch. You see, in the winter we think the cave is a blanket that should keep us warm.
Since he has started having his belly rubs on the quilt, rather than the rug, it is in serious need of a trip through the washing machine.
To ease the transition, I removed the cave at lunch time. Kitten Thunder and I then built a new fort.
This went over very well. It took a minute for Oliver to realize that he can’t walk ON the fort. We’ll see how long he remembers that. But once I put him inside, he was good.
Obi was a little reluctant to share the fort. The cave was a one cat deal. Oliver didn’t even like to be in the cave. But the fort is bigger and they learned to adapt – it has two boxes and at least a dozen toys in it, after all.
Then The Boy came home. Two kittehs met him at the door and then ran to the fort. “See what we built!”
But then there was a problem: where was the quilt for Obi’s belly rub?
Obi ran inside the fort and we heard him plunk to the floor. But The Boy is too big for the fort. At least that’s what he says…it’s not like he tried to get in or anything. The Boy is funny like that. Especially when he’s wearing work clothes.
So we’ll see what happens tonight. Will Obi go back to the rug? Will he collapse the fort so he can have his belly rubbed in the preferred location, two feet closer to the window? Stay tuned for updates.
In other news, Friskies has a genius business plan that involves schmucks like me liking and sharing their videos for free. Kitten Thunder loves Friskies! In fact, it’s the only brand Oliver will eat – he refused from kittendom to eat the expensive brand that shall go unnamed. They should totally be the next spokescats.
Meanwhile, these are hilarious.
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Step 1 – Realize that you took down the cave in preparation for a party in June. Decide that autumn is cave weather.
Step 2 – Choose a location.
Step 3 – Pull out the cave material. Note that it is pre-haired from last season.
Step 4 – Enlist help. Attempt to take picture of help. Sigh and move on to step 5.
Step 5 – Anchor bottom of cave under the OutTV perch.
Sneak picture of helper while he inspects your work, the look innocent when he suspects your actions.
Step 6 – Tuck top of cave into the arm of the couch.
Step 7 – Take pictures as the helper goes through the punch list.
Yesterday we received a shipment of little pieces of something model train related. I don’t know what they are, but I do know that The Boy was getting really antsy about whether they’d get here in time for the club to finish their project before the next show. By the way…model trains is not a good hobby if you are impatient. His shipments take weeks to get here and are often late. Like MONTHS late.
But that’s not important. What is important, of course, is that the shipment came in a box.
Obi fits perfectly. Oliver has not even tried to get in this box, but he did chin mark all the flaps while Obi was sitting in it. Then Obi punched him in the eye.
Right now the box is on its side, facing the big box of plastic intestines (also on its side) with the fort blanket draped over them. I didn’t wait to watch, but I can hear Obi playing.
Earlier tonight, right after work, The Boy was rubbing Obi’s belly. Obviously. When Obi was back on his feet, The Boy grabbed the box, flipped it upside down, and set it on top of the brown kitten. Turtle monster. Because of the flaps, Obi could turn around without moving the box. He kept turning and looking out from whatever flap The Boy wasn’t looking in. Then he stood up fast and the box flew off him.
He turned to The Boy…
Do it again!
It is Thunder Thursday and I bring you this simple truth from the world of Facebook, my friend Nikki, and George Takei.
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There are numerous ways to build a fort and endless design possibilities.
This alternative fort features many benefits such as maximum floor monster space for protecting the fort.
Positioning near the couch and loveseat allow for easy protection against brothers with laser eyes.
Three sides with exits, plus the floor monster chute, make a quick getaway easy when The Girl gets out the camera.
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