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Milk ring!

The house is a mess.

This evening I finally got sick of the disaster that is our house and I grabbed a garbage bag and started throwing things away. A lot of things the cats consider to be toys – like wrapping paper from Christmas. At first, Kitten Thunder was less than thrilled.

As I was cleaning off the coffee table in the living room, though, I found a ring of some sort for Obi. It was a vicious ring that required him to leap and run and pounce!

Then it escaped into the coat closet.

The Boy opened the door to the closet and liberated not only the ring but several other toys. Including a milk ring.

Milk rings, in case you don’t know, are Oliver’s absolute favorite toy. And this milk ring was feisty! He leaped. He ran. He threw it in the air and caught it as he rolled across the floor.

Obi looked on from the dining room, holding his toy and watching his older brother play. Who was this kitten, posing as Oliver? Then Obi tackled him.

Rings forgotten. Thunder on.

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It’s Thunder Thursday! This week I was kitten sitting Goblin while Lori was away at training. There was a whole bunch of purring going on.

And some weirdness. I walked in to the house and found throw blankets. Everywhere. Apparently,  when left to his own devices for too long, Goblin will redecorate. Or maybe he just wanted to lay on a blanket in the sunbeam. Can’t blame him there.

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How to Build a Fort

Step 1: Survey the build site.

Step 2: Clear the build site - but the kitten can stay.

Step 3: Strategically angle support structure for maximum usable space.

Step 4: Set up walls. The kitten will take it from here.

Step 5a: Check to see if the fort is big enough for two.

Step 5b: Decide it is not and chase off brother who is only mildly interested anyway.

Step 6: Knock walls down close to support structure to keep The Girl from joining you in the fort.

Step 7: Check the roof. The Girl, after all, is in communications not contracting.

Side note: Your fort should always have two entrances to allow for escape during a Thunder or if The Girl decides she wants to take your picture.

And finally: Relax and enjoy!

Today’s Thunder Thursday guest is our second dog – my friend Michelle’s pooch, Hazel. People at Michelle’s job think she does a lot of hard work, but we all know who is behind her success.

"Who moved the stapler?!? "

Kitten Thunder Snapshots

This past week, a lady at work gave us all flowers. I enjoyed them at work but when the weekend came I knew I had to take them home. There was no sense putting them on the counter. Oliver loves flowers.

I just happened to grab the camera as Obi decided to attack the window. There’s a squirrel driving him nuts. And I think enjoying every minute.

I decided to show you Oliver’s favorite way to play. Obi decided he was tired of being filmed.

Second try. Oliver gets his spin on.

Have Fur, Will Travel

Kitten Thunder was helping me this evening. I pulled a suitcase out of the closet. One cat stayed on top of the other suitcase in the closet. The other immediately packed himself. Then…suitcase thunder.

Imagine, if you will, 14 pound of grey furry in a midsize suitcase that is halfway zipped. We start with normal kitten cuteness. Head out of the suitcase. Pull back in. Out. In. One paw in. Head out.

Then Obi was on top of the suitcase, unaware of his brother. The suitcase grew an arm that grabbed his tail. Obi moved two feet straight up, then half a foot over in one startled move. Thunder was ON.

Twenty-five pound of furry in the suitcase. Brown head out. Grey arm out. Brown head in. Grey head out. Brown tail. Three arms. One arm. Heads.

Suitcase falls over.

Grey kitten exits and we’re back to one. Head out of the suitcase. Pull back in. Out. In. One paw in. Head out.

The Claw!

I believe most cat owners are familiar with the claw: a hand held, claw-like, then fitted over the face of a cat. Kitten Thunder has numerous uses for the claw.

My dad and I firmly believe that grey kittens, universally, love the claw. They’ll walk across the room for it. My theory is that their brains are a little fluffy and they like the feeling of having it tamped down a little bit. It is a favorite kind of pet. Even Gracie, my parents’ tiny cat who only allows you to pet the aura of her aura with the very tip of your aura when she’s feeling VERY lonely, will allow you to give her the claw.

Obi likes the claw as well. The fluffy brain theory would also apply to him. Though he always refluffs his brain with a head shake as he pulls away from the claw. And comes back for another round.

Kitten Thunder also enjoys claw fights. If one of them is feeling feisty but can’t get their brother to play, a good battle of the claw is very satisfying. I can set up several feet away and display a claw. With a fierce look a possibly a butt wriggle, a kitten face is thrust into the claw. The goal of course is to attack the claw off center so he can bite the soft spot between thumb and index finger while dragging the claw to the ground for kicking. There is growling on both sides. Then we break off.

The attack is repeated. And repeated. And repeated.

I love the claw.


I had totally forgotten about this until I saw it on someone’s Facebook today. If you have cats, you will love http://www.simonscat.com/

Today’s guest star  for Thunder Thursday is cousin Spade. The grandpeople brought Spade to Cheyenne with them a couple years ago when he was too young to stay home by himself. Unfortunately he stayed just long enough for he and Oliver to get to the “I hit you but I think it is supposed to be fun” phase.

"You can't have a full house without a Spade."

Things you should know about Spade:

1. He looks like he is solid black but when he’s in the sun you can see he is actually black with black stripes. No joke.

2. His nickname is Spadosaurus because he’s basically a bowling ball on tiny feet and he is the LOUDEST WALKER ever.

3. His favorite toy? Rubber bouncy balls. Favorite game? Carrying them to the top of the basement stairs and throwing them down so he can watch. Them. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce all the way down.

4. He adores kids. You need someone to play cars or with your dolls or a video game? He’s in.