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Lessons Learned: Week One

As you know, I quit my comfy job at the State to open a social media company. This first week has been very educational. Here are some of the very important things I have learned:

1. No matter how many times I walk into the living room, Obi needs his belly rubbed. As if no one has rubbed his belly for days rather than 15 minutes.

2. If I work in my office for hours at a time, Obi will entertain himself while supervising me. By unmaking the bed. And unpacking the boxes from my State office. And knocking things off of flat surfaces.

3. Oliver believes the best way to get good thoughts into my mind is through head butts. Repeatedly, as I try to see through him to the computer screen.

4. The sun through the window + The Girl’s shadow on the wall = hours of InTV viewing pleasure.

5. The afternoon nap is nonnegotiable. Seriously. I have one to two assistants in my office all day but at 3 p.m. I am suddenly alone. Kitten Thunder goes upstairs to power nap in order to prepare for their evening responsibilities.

I’d show you adorable pictures of Obi unmaking the bed or a video of him watching the hit show Girl Shadows, but my computer won’t cooperate. So those we’ll save for another day.

More lessons, I’m sure, are forthcoming.

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Many of you have asked after the grey kitten’s health. He is doing much better! In fact, the combination of the steroids he had for the pain with the antibiotics has him feeling super charged. He is spending most of his day on the top tier of the new kitty condo – seven feet up in the air. But, because of last year, I won’t stop worrying until the antibiotics are gone and he is healthy on his own.

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Some of you have asked about my tooth. I’m happy to say that this is my third day without any pain killers whatsoever. After six months maxed out on Advil (and Percocet, for a while), the freedom to eat and drink without worry is so nice.

She who must be punished.

Yesterday afternoon I asked Kitten Thunder if they wanted me to open a can of food for them. Heck to the yes, they replied. When they finished eating, I wonder how long it took them to notice The Boy and The Girl were gone. And so was that duffle bag Oliver had been guarding in the hallway.

When we returned this afternoon from our overnight trip to Denver for my friend Gary’s housewarming party, Oliver met us at the door. He let me pet him for about five minutes and then he disappeared. I settled down on the couch for an afternoon nap – riding in the car can be so tiring – and called for him. And called for him. And called for him.

Obi stayed in the living room with us all afternoon. I was watching Shawshank Redemption and The Boy was reading his new book. I’ve seen this movie nine million times and really want The Boy to watch it; now he’s been exposed, at least.

After the movie was over, Oliver came down for a snuggle. I’d been punished enough. And he was exhausted – laying upstairs NOT being snuggled and NOT coming to kittykittykitty was very hard work.

He’s Chief Executive Kitten. And a CEK has to do what a CEK has to do.