The Boy worked hard this weekend, putting in two more windows for added efficiency upstairs. These ones are lovely and open at the top – a great feature when you’re trying to get hot air out of your attic addition in the summer.
Obi was excited to do some man’s work. But The Boy is starting to think Obi’s definition of man’s work is different than ours.
If The Boy is in the basement, Obi suggests they go up to the belly rubbing rug. If The Boy is upstairs cleaning paint brushes, Obi points out that he happens to be standing on the upstairs belly rubbing rug. And he should use it.
Basically, Obi wants The Boy to stop doing whatever he is doing and rub the brown kitten’s belly.
Things are different with me, of course. I should stay on the couch at all times. That’s Girl’s work.
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.
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.
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.
A note from Obi:
Our purrsons did the following things this weekend:
– refinished a dresser
– dry walled the laundry room
– trimmed the plum tree
– started framing a door
– manned the registration desk at a conference
– went to train club
– layout for the weekly edition of Tidbits
You’ll notice, if you are a good purrson, that there are two things missing from this list:
– adequately snuggle with Oliver
– adequately entertain Obi
Seriously, this is a problem. I mean, yes, The Girl did snuggle with Oliver last night during the movie and for a couple hours after The Boy got up this morning. And an hour after she got up. And yes, The Boy did rub my belly ten times or so during the weekend and play with me on the rubbing rug. And sure, The Girl found Funky Chicken for me. And I laid on her lap a couple times.
But it was all just an afterthought between all that stuff they did. The called it “productive.”
I call it neglective.
Obi Wan Kittenobi
Here’s a picture of Obi giving us a hard, disapproving stare from the laundry room window as we worked in the garage.
By late afternoon, Kitten Thunder was supervising from the cat shelf.
You know how your cable provider is always adding new channels of quality programming without increasing the cost? Yeah, me neither. But The Boy is better than the cable company. Last week, Obi was eager to show me what he and The Boy had done in the laundry room.
He started low, to build suspense. He really likes the climbing wall that The Boy exposed.
But look! A NEW channel of OutTV! We’re not exactly sure why they covered this window with a wall. Obi very much enjoys sitting on that piece of wood, where he can rest while watching the new channel.
He was certain The Boy would leave it there.
Because why would you mess with such an awesome climbing wall?
While Obi was showing me this, The Boy brought down some insulation. And Oliver watched from a safe distance.
Right after this, The Boy got the thumbs up from me and took out the climbing wall. Obi is mad. But he’ll be happy in the long run – a new window and a very deep sill are in the works.
There’s a frost advisory for southeast Wyoming tonight. That pushed us over the edge from “let’s just turn off the furnace and tough it out” to “let’s close all the windows.”
Kitten Thunder does not approve. Even if we did leave one window on the cat shelf slightly cracked for the afternoon.
You call this Smell-o-vision?
I was upstairs because The Boy is working on the leaks in our house and had to run to Home Depot. He called to send me upstairs for a part number. And Kitten Thunder thought they should get me up to date on the project.
It started with just Obi, who explained the project thoroughly. Then, when Oliver came in, the brown kitten got up on the supervision shelf to see what the grey kitten would add.
Oliver thinks gaskets and O rings look like pretty good toys. When I wouldn’t let him have them, he decided to contemplate that. From his contemplating spot.
As I took this picture, I was contemplating the incredible rust stain that is forming in The Boy’s shower. Hopefully the new whatevers that are needed to stop the dripping will slow down this stain – I just scoured the stains from this shower a couple weeks ago.
Fully caught up on the project, I turned to leave. Oliver had a suggestion:
Let’s go take a nap.
Posted in Attempt at humor, Cats, Oh please someone think this is funny, OutTV
Tagged cats, cute, daily life, funny, home improvement, humor, kittens, photos, plumbing
While The Boy was working on plumbing in the basement as part of the laundry room project, he had to turn off the water. Now this would be a straight forward proposition in some places, but not, as it happens, in our house. There were numerous options for where to turn off the water to the laundry room. One of those options was in the ceiling of the downstairs bathroom. My bathroom.
The first Monday morning after he worked on it over the weekend, I stepped out of the shower to a big puddle of water on the floor. At first I thought the steam had just gathered on the cold pipes and dripped. So I mopped it up. A while later, I identified the problem. A drip.
It was the kind of drip that you get familiar with in an old home. It was the “this gasket was fine until you touched it” drip.
I put a paint tray underneath it and went on with my day. The Boy was aware of the drip, it turns out, but was hoping it would stop. It didn’t. He was going to have to do something. But, since it was a slow drip, nothing was done right away. A week later, the paint tray had about a half an inch of water in it. As I was getting ready for work, I noticed that Oliver was in the bathroom with me. And then Obi arrived.
But I was not the source of their entertainment.
There was a bubble.
Every time the water dripped from the pipe, a bubble would form in the water and float around for a bit. The kittens would watch it intently until it popped. Then they would continue to watch, hoping it would come back. They’d lose interest and look away just as a new droplet fell to create a bubble. Then they would lean in close to look at the new bubble.
It may be mean of me, but I’m sad to say neither of them ever got pegged in the head by a droplet.
Does that make me a bad “mom”?
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, grandma, and mother in law. Plus, of course, all the other mothers out there doing what you do. And Kitten Thunder sends out warm purrs and head hugs to all the Girls and “moms” of critters big and small.
In addition to putting in a door to the spare room, The Boy decided to take the wall behind our washing machine and dryer down as well. Obi and I went down for inspection. Neither of them approved of what they saw.
For one thing, they found some serious wasted space behind the wall. Once things are put in more efficiently, the new “hallway” will be about six inches wider.
After a cursory look behind the wall, Obi decided he would need some tools. He didn’t find what he needed in The Boy’s supply.
Obi did not approve.
He decided to show off his acrobat skills, but high-wire walking along plumbing, mystery cross-supports on oddly spliced verticals, and electrical piping.
The electrical is bad. Really bad. Bad enough that The Boy would rather pay a professional than hassle with the mess himself. That’s saying something.
We pretended like we didn’t know Obi was looking for a way into the walls or ceiling.
But we did know. So Obi and I went upstairs and the door in the kitchen shut behind us until The Boy was done working.
Obi did not approve.
He also didn’t approve of the wet paper towel I ran over him and around his feet to get the spider webs and dust off.
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