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Fun Sucker

Yesterday afternoon I needed something in the closet downstairs. Kitten Thunder was there to help. They were a little surprised when I was okay with this.
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And a little more surprised when I let Obi do this.
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And a little more surprised that I let him do this.
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Since I didn’t object to his being in the ceiling or walking the tight rope, Obi settled in for a nap a couple shelves above his brother.
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I went upstairs.

Kitten Thunder joined me a few minutes later.

The Girl’s approval sucks all the fun it off death defying feats.

Naughty Snapshots

On Thursday, my turtle-shaped thumb drive disappeared. Friday afternoon, I was at my desk and caught this:

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Obi says his interest in the penguin is only circumstantial evidence of his guilt in the turtle abduction. I contacted legal counsel for him, via Facebook, and  his advice was that Obi should step away from the penguin.

We’re waiting for the bill to see if Obi has to pay in tuna or cheese.

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Last night I was upstairs turning the fans on in the bedroom. Obi had a miller moth cornered over the bed. He caught it. He shoved it under the sheet. Then he went for another one.

No bugs in the bed! I said.

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When I got up this morning, Obi had a lot to say. The Boy came inside and asked if Obi was telling me he was naughty. What? Obi? Naughty? Evidently, when The Boy went outside for the first time, a bunch of millers flew away from the doorjamb. Problem: they flew out.

Obi went with them.

The Boy caught Obi on the porch. The brown kitten was so focused on his prey he probably doesn’t even know he was outside. But he got in trouble anyway.

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The Boy and I finished painting the stairwell today. He had already done most of the work but there was some super high stuff that I needed to do because it was too high to mask off and I can paint a straight line – yay for years of studying art.

After the super high stuff I was touching up some spots behind the kitchen door. Suddenly, the half closed door swung open and smacked me in the head. A brown kitten stood at the top of the stairs, glaring pointedly.

We will NOT be shutting this door again. Not okay.

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Obi, who can climb ladders, wants to know why it is okay for me and not for him.

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Last night, or early this morning in fact, I was sneaking to bed well after The Boy was sleeping. To keep the light from waking him I brushed my teeth with the bathroom door closed and turned off the light before slipping out.

I closed the door behind me to keep Obi from thump thump thumping the cabinet doors.

As I snuggled down into bed, I heard the thump thump thumping of cabinets and the trill of a brown kitten. I got up, assuming I’d locked him in. I flicked on the light just in time to see Obi run IN to the bathroom. He’d thumped the cupboards in the reading nook to trick me into opening the door.

I was not amused.

Okay, I was a little amused.

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If you’re looking for nudey pictures, go away and clean your eyeballs with soap. This blog is snapshot stories about my kitten being naughty. And this last one about how naughty YOU are.