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I’ve been quilting all week. I’m tired of it so Kitten Thunder offered to help.
The problem is that Oliver had no legs.
I’m practically on my own here.
It’s been a while since we checked in on the farm and there have been many changes. For one thing, the farmer sold some of his land to the railroad and they built a storage facility.
After they started building, the farmer got to thinking.
He’s a little concerned about the facility. Seems they forgot to take into account the location of his homestead, the original family farmhouse, between the storage building and the tracks. How are they planning to get vehicles up to those bay doors?
As always, though, something else presents itself to distract him from these small worries.
There’s always something bigger.
Much, much bigger.
What’s better than being a bed monster? Having the Boy be there when you turn.
But The Boy broke the biggest rule of Bed Monster: no peeking.
This morning, Obi completely missed the jump from the mantle to the couch. It looked like a fine jump until he just dropped out of sight. He landed on the cave so he was fine. I mentioned it to The Boy when he came in for the morning belly rub (Obi’s, not mine). He said Obi was having a dorky day; The Boy said the brown kitten had also missed the jump to the window sill in his office.
I didn’t think about it any more until just now when I figured out the truth: Obi didn’t miss the jump to the window sill, he fell out because the new OutTV programming is just that good.
Ladies and gentlemen, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen Finches on the Sill.
He really was getting so excited that he’d just fall off the window sill. The finches sat there, casual, as the kitten lunged at them and made all sorts of noise. When I laughed they turned to consider me, then turned back to each other to continue their conversation.
They were so close, Obi could smell them. He’s NEVER been that close to a bird.
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.
The Boy and I have a pretty good arrangement for presents: I tell him exactly what I want and where to get it, and he goes and buys it. Since we both work downtown and I shop downtown, that’s where his purchases usually happen. On Friday, we met for beer and dinner – but he needed to put “something” in my trunk in the parking garage.
After dinner, we went home and Kitten Thunder opened my birthday present for me.
A bag AND a box? Boy, you shouldn’t have.
The Girl’s birthday is happy for everyone.
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.
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.
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.
We had this crazy thought that we brought the parsley in to eat it. Evidently, we were wrong. We brought it in for the brown kitten to stand in. He does this at least once a day.
While I was watering the parsley, I decided to start my potato planters. They are already sprouting so I jabbed them with a fork and set them in a plate of water. Then I noticed Obi looking at the ceiling.
The shimmering water reflection on the ceiling is now his favorite part of the day.
Yesterday, I was late for an appointment because the clock in the living room was an hour slow. I don’t know why that clock slows down instead of stopping, but it does. So today I changed the batteries.
Which drew attention to the clock. Obi noticed it for the first time ever.
At least for the first time since the last time I changed the battery.