After setting up the tree this year, I asked my friends on Facebook to place their bets.
The bets were all about how long Squeak would allow the tree to stand. How long the ornaments would stay on. Whether he would climb it. But the only thing Squeak has done is turn the lights on (and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and on and off and…).
People forgot all about Kitten Thunder. And that this tree is for Obi.
Oliver was content to watch. And duck the halls, courtesy of a friendly toddler.
Eventually, even the tree was tired and we all took a nap.
Hello peoples of the internets! Obi here.
Sometimes I feel like The Boy sold me a bill of goods with Squeak. He still doesn’t Thunder with me like they said he would.
He doesn’t even know how to play with the cool toys The Girl bought for us.
But he looks to me for advice. And he is getting better.
And he’s good for snuggling… He doesn’t think he needs to hug or kiss me like The Girl does.
And at I don’t have to do his laundry because Oliver volunteered. And The Boy finished it when my brother was done.
On the mommyblogs there are often posts about the loss of privacy when children arrive in the house. I say people with cats are used to it. I was putting towels away when I took these particular photos, but it is a pretty common theme no matter what I’m doing in the powder room.
“Need any help?”
“Oli took my spot on the shelf.”