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Intermittent Smell-O-Vision

It’s going to snow tomorrow.

For the last week or so, the temperatures have been dropping. Enough so that we’ve had to start closing windows at night and only opening one or two during the day when the temperature outside gets higher than inside. Obi is glued to the open windows as they become more scarce.

Then, last night, the worst possible thing happened: every window was closed. They stay closed today. They’ll be closed all weekend.

In fact, I turned on the furnace tonight.

The furnace, of course, gave off that burned dust smell. Obi glared at me. And then I started cooking. He had to admit that he was impressed by my ability to burn something before I was even in the kitchen.

The good thing about colder weather is that I have two kittens with me at night. A brown kitten on my feet and a grey kitten under the covers with me. Toasty. I also have a kitten snuggled up next to me on the couch. And at the desk. And in the kitchen.

It’s exhausting.

It’s Thunder Thursday! Today I bring you three pictures from Kelly’s house. Brother’s aren’t the only ones who bond in a household. Mustang Sally is accepting that she is no longer the only kitten, but Jack and Harley are best buds.

Exhaust-o-vision

Hello world! Greetings from glorious wet and overcast Wyoming. We have had big rain and cool temperature since Friday afternoon. It is a welcome change.

After a very eventful week, Obi is finally resting.

It started with the 4th of July. At the last minute The Boy and I decided to walk up the street to see the City firework display. We came back to the house to no cats. After a few minutes they appeared from the general direction of the basement. Oliver, surprisingly, was fine. Obi was freaked. FUH-reaked.

For two days he jumped at every sudden sound. He started at anything loud. It’s hard to nap when you’re jumpy.

It’s even harder to nap when you are jumpy and it is way too hot.

At last, it is not too hot. This brings on a whole new level of trouble for a brown kitten. Smell-o-vision is on! Every window is open. The birds are singing with new energy. There are bunnies everywhere.

Obi has been channel surfing at the speed of light. He ran from window to window to window all the way through nap time. It’s caught up to him.

Brown kitten is passed out on the loveseat.

Grey kitten, by the way, has a miller. He did NOT miss our nap.

The Jeff Channel: Now with Smell-O-Vision!

I volunteered to work the Sunday shift at work today and all I can say is this: are you planning to go in the southern gate of Yellowstone? Because it doesn’t open until May 13. Would you like to talk about alternate routes?

I feel that right away I should tell you that, to the best of my knowledge, Jeff is not particularly stinky or potently scented in any way. That is NOT what I meant by the title of today’s post. What Jeff is, though, is a guy who likes to be outside. And his out is conveniently located just outside the window by our couch.

This weekend featured the first nice weather we’ve had since the first time I posted about Smell-0-vision about forty two hundred years ago. At last, we were able to open windows. And four happier mammals would have been harder to find. Zensai, basking under his 110 degree heat lamp, was indifferent.

For a long while, Obi channel surfed. Oliver spent as much of yesterday as he could laying on my chest and telling how much he missed me while I was gone and could I please never ever ever get off the couch again? But when I was standing, he would check out some OutTV.

At one point Oli, Obi, The Boy and I were all standing perfectly still, watching a squirrel on the front porch. She got her peanut from the feeder. She sat on the rail to eat it. She stopped. Looked around. And, with this eery feeling that eight eyes were upon her, she decided she’d rather eat her nut in the tree on the other side of the yard.

This morning I opened the window upstairs in the reading nook. This particular OutTV comes with an all-day sunbeam and a fleece blanket. I didn’t see Oliver again until I went upstairs at 8 o’clock to call my mother. I found one happy grey kitten stretched on the floor, suffering from over happy.

Obi watched The Jeff Channel all day. Jeff was weeding. And watering. Have I mentioned that Jeff, with whom – luckily – we were already friends, says he is getting really good at doing things with feline supervision? I’m trying to decide if having a cat stare at your backside while you’re weeding is better than having him stare in your window while you do dishes.

It’s late now, and dark. So Kitten Thunder is sharing the blanket upstairs where smell-o-vision has programming of a breeze through the trees and the gentle coo of some nearby doves. It’s been a hard day.

"This blanket has cute kittens all over it. Maybe The Girl needs an intervention."