I had plans for things to do tonight. But they have all been set aside because the tendons in my left hand started to burn at around 4 p.m. It is a kind of burning that isn’t helped by four hours of ice pack.
It is a kind of burning that isn’t helped by purr therapy.
Not that Kitten Thunder didn’t try.
It started with Oliver who noticed that I was laying on the couch with a blanky. He is so happy that blanket season is back. So he came and stretched over my hand – under the blanky, of course – and purred. And purred. And purred. The Boy had to bring me my dinner because there was no way we could disturb such a happy grey kitten.
When he got up I went and got the ice pack. He came back and stretched over it. His look said ice through fur feels less than comfortable.
He left and Obi stepped in. He tried to eat the ice pack. He licked my hand.
Alas, the hand still hurts. Some things aren’t as easily treated with purr therapy.
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While I was typing this – ow, by the way – Obi came in, used my desk to access the top of the book shelf, and stole a cat toy I’d hidden up there. Like he knew it was there and was just waiting until he was in the mood to play with it.
This toy is a mouse on a string, hooked to a stick. You all know what I’m talking about. But the string is actually wire. The kind of wire that you see serial killers strangle women with on all those suspenseful TV shows and movies. You have to wonder about the person who saw one of those shows and thought, “yes! That’s perfect for cat toys!”
That’s why the toy was hidden.
He is now walking around the house with the mousie, a killer wire and stick trailing behind him. He’s made about four laps so far.
I think it is time to free the mousie.
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It’s Thunder Thursday! Today we bring you Teva and Isabel, from Alone…With Cats fame. It is a brave woman who would have two dilute torties. But they seem to play along with her games – like wrapping them in celophane outfits.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
"Hate her because she left a hairball in your shoe."
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I freed the mousie. It is no longer fun.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 