Photos with my phone

First, a pumpkin update. At Kelly’s urging, I went out to turn the pumpkin so Ms. Squirrel could reach more of the rind. But when I got to the porch I found that she had finally broken through to the middle. And she likes pumpkin seeds. A lot.

I’ve mentioned that the women of my family are coming this weekend for shopping. I’ve been trying to clean. What WILL be cleaned up before they get here? Shoemageddon.

Some of those are The Boy’s shoes. It’s NOT just me.

What will NOT be thrown away, as planned, by the time the girls get here? Paper Playland. It is just too cute.

We’ll at least move it out of the hallway. Maybe there’s a nice box somewhere…

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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?!? "

The Tale of Two Nudists

Oliver and Obi don’t wear clothes. Ever. End of story.

"Don't look, I'm not dressed!"

The Boy is becoming a very good cat owner. He is in tune with Kitten Thunder. Yesterday, he could tell just by how Oliver was walking that he wasn’t feeling well. Of course, I already knew that Oli was going to toss his tuna as soon as I opened their can of food. Somehow I managed to buy a can of dark cat food. Oli can’t keep red and brown cat food down. But I thought it was worth a shot.

And twenty minutes later I was rewarded for my risk. Can we all agree that cleaning up warm vomit is the grossest thing on earth? I about tossed my own tuna.

In addition to yesterday’s bit of genius, The Boy once identified Oli’s “I’m about to toss my tuna” cry from across the house. That was really something because he heard that tone and I didn’t. And I am VERY familiar with that cry.

Kitten Thunder is helping me blog tonight. And by “helping” I mean:

"Don't forget to...zzzzz"

"Remember spellcheck doesn't catch everything."

For Thunder Thursday, we bring you my friend Lori’s cat(ish), Goblin.

“Wait!” You say. “We met Goblin on Tuesday and he was moving to Florida.” You say. Well…

“A little bit jungle, a little bit box and a little bit playland. Paradise.”

Goblin was really happy to see his people. Unfortunately, after a whole day and a whole night of being locked in a bedroom to make sure he’d catch his plane, he escaped through a hole in a screen in a window. He did not catch his flight.

So now things are up in the air. Goblins people love him. Lori loves him. We all know he is happy in Cheyenne where he can go outside and hunt as he pleases. We’re pretty sure he’d also like the beach. It is really hard to decide what to do when all the options are good. For now, Goblin is staying.

So, welcome home, Gobbles.

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Just a note to send our sympathies out to Hoody Hoo. Luci, one of the kittens, was anemic and just not meant to spend long with us. It is hard to find a silver lining when faced with the death of a beloved fuzzy. If there were such a lining it would be this: Hoody’s big heart meant that Luci got to spend her whole life with her brother and sister. And in Hoody’s loving home.