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Seriously

Why is this so funny?!

You have got to go check out my Pinterest board. I have the best kitteh pictures from the past couple weeks.

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Oliver is laying next to me and every once in a while he licks my side where my sweater has ridden up. I have to say that little kitteh tongue is the most best tickle in the world.

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It was cold and snowy today. I had to wear my winter coat for the second time this fall – which is wrong, as it is nearly December. I’m a little afraid of the upcoming winter when it finally gets here.

But cold days mean that I had help with my design work and Facebooking today. Oliver likes to lay next to me, with his elbow on my stomach. He insists on putting his front paws on my laptop. Often, one of those paws hits the trackpad and suddenly my screen zooms WAY in or WAAAAAY out. When that happens I slide my hands under his paw.

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He feels like he’s in control. I get some work done.

Does this qualify as micromanagement?

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The Highs and Lows

I left Cheyenne for the girls shopping trip last Thursday. That evening, we went to my grandparents’ house and the trip could have ended right then. Because I got the perfect gift.

My aunt brought Oliver milk rings, all the way from California.

I couldn’t wait to get home to give them to him. But thank goodness I did because I got Kitten Thunder another great gift the next day. Our very first purchase in Salt Lake was at a Skechers store. I looked at my sister’s bag and declared that our mission was accomplished and that we could all go home.

She disagreed.

So I tried again at our next purchase, at Loft. Here it is, the perfect gift.

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Obi got a real charge out of being in the bag.

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Oli felt powerful…and pirate-y.

Unfortunately, a bag won’t do a kitten any good if The Girl insists on doing something stupid like working a 15 hour day. Especially if she spends most of that time away from the house.

And then insists on working in the office instead of on the couch.

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Obi supervised from the condo.

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Oliver contemplated his hard, hard life from the bed.

So hard.

 

And the downside…

It’s Wednesday morning and I am now starting a list of problems associated with the new desk.

1. The squirrel on the window sill makes Obi’s tail swish. My papers keep swishing with the tail and falling to the floor.

2. Obi thinks he can chase the squirrel through the wall when it jumps up onto the garage. This means running across the desk in front of the monitor and over my printer.

3. A squirrel eating bread with attitude to taunt your cats is really distracting.

That’s about it for the bad stuff. The awesomeness of the new desk far outweighs any bad things.

I’m sorry to say I don’t have anyone for Thunder Thursday. I invited Lori over to drink a bottle of chardonnay that I noticed on top of our fridge. The second she left, Oliver appeared and he is holding me down on the couch. It seems wrong to disturb him over a photo of someone else’s cat.

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Instead, a photo of Oli and Obi “sharing” the bed in my office.

My cats are not spoiled.

In fact, Kitten Thunder endures a life of hardship.

Exhibit A.

What? You think he should lick soup out of a bowl on the floor or something?

Exhibit B.

We ARE working. This is very important for my clients.

And just in case you think only my cats have it rough, I bring you Tubbo. The most neglected of all squirrels.
Exhibit C.

As you can see he is struggling to survive the winter.