Cave monster, trapped

My apologies if this has come to you three times. Even worse if you just got the blank post. I had some video issues.

Today I was wrapping a birthday present for my niece. As you might expect, I had some help. After we were finished, Obi got into his cave. Part of it was under my feet and Obi was soon stuck.

As you can see, Oliver and I rushed to help.

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Plight of the Mama’s Boy

Poor Oliver. Not 24 hours after returning home from vacation, I left on a work trip. He had to snuggle with The Boy. He had to push under the covers at night with The Boy. He had to get breakfast this morning from The Boy.

Perhaps I should say poor Boy.

Travel is over and I am happy to be home. Oliver is behind me on the guest bed pummeling poor Mr. Bear. A week ago that bear had some structure. He’s now reduced to a puddle of fake fur and a little bear-sized sweater. That’s a whole lot of kneading in seven days.

Oliver is ready to go back to the couch. He has the need to knead me some more. And Obi wouldn’t object to another foot snuggle. He’s no mama’s boy…but he still likes having me back. He guesses. If you need him to say something like that. And if I need to smooth his brow and kiss his head…well, that might be okay.

For Thunder Thursday, we bring you Kelly’s…Mustang Sally.

Sometimes you gotta slow your Mustang down.

 

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Cleaning with Kitten Thunder

We have a second round of State hockey this weekend and this time Kitten Thunder’s grandpeople are coming to stay at the house. House guests means finding the spare beds. And this is why it takes me a week to get the house ready for company:

First, Obi was all sorts of excited to find out there was a bed in my office under all the stuff that used to be on the walls at the old house. Sure, it’s all under the bed – where he used to hang out – but this has potential.

"You've got to be a manly cat to look this good in pastels."

Oliver, never one to just sit back and let Obi get all the attention, realized very suddenly that there was a catnip ball under my desk and that he WANTED it. He pulled all the wires under my the desk out to get to the ball. Then Obi, too, realized he wanted the ball.

"I want the catnip ball THIS much."

Oliver won.

"No one comes between me and the nip."

And then my lunch hour was over and I hadn’t accomplished anything. The dishes weren’t done. The laundry wasn’t folded. This blog wasn’t up.

But we sure had a lot of fun.

FUO update! Oliver’s fever is gone! He has been off both antibiotics and steroids for two weeks and the limp has not returned. The fever has left as quickly and as mysteriously as it came in.