Sunday Snapshots

The Boy fixed the downstairs toilet today while I was at the old house painting the storage room because evidently people won’t buy a house just because it has a pink storage room. So now it’s Celadon. Men, that means it isn’t pink. The Boy had plenty of help. Oliver sat on the seat and looked in – helpfully proving once again that his head is not transparent and that it is hard to work through, over or around. Obi stood on the floor and showed how tall he is getting. He was on the floor mostly because he has helped me work on this toilet before and knows I don’t play the kitten on the toilet game.

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Obi is big into showing how tall he’s getting lately. Which isn’t tall at all. But it is now tall enough that he has touched my sandwich on the counter when it was too close to the edge.

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Oliver had a cootie in his ear and shook his head to get rid of it. I happened to be holding him and got a good thwacking from that ear. Slap! Slap! Slap! Across my face. You could hear it from the other side of the room.

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As the sun was setting, Obi was watching the shadows of branches dance on the wall in the dining room. I stuck my finger into the beam and he attacked the shadow for a couple minutes. Then I laughed and he noticed I was in the room. Then, for the first time ever, he looked at where I was pointing! Except I wasn’t pointing at anything…

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After dinner, Obi and I were sitting on the couch. Real casual, I lifted up my hand and DEPLOYED THE CLAW! Except Obi was about two inches further away than my reach. He looked at the claw. Watched it desperately trying to reach his face. Looked at me like I was a little stupid. Then I leaned over and moved within clawing range. THE CLAW!

“Drat. How did you find the camera?”

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On my way in to blog, I noticed that Mr. Bear is in the hallway again. And Oliver had the need…the need to knead.

"Kneading you into a puddle is how I show I care."

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The Jeff Channel: Now with Smell-O-Vision!

I volunteered to work the Sunday shift at work today and all I can say is this: are you planning to go in the southern gate of Yellowstone? Because it doesn’t open until May 13. Would you like to talk about alternate routes?

I feel that right away I should tell you that, to the best of my knowledge, Jeff is not particularly stinky or potently scented in any way. That is NOT what I meant by the title of today’s post. What Jeff is, though, is a guy who likes to be outside. And his out is conveniently located just outside the window by our couch.

This weekend featured the first nice weather we’ve had since the first time I posted about Smell-0-vision about forty two hundred years ago. At last, we were able to open windows. And four happier mammals would have been harder to find. Zensai, basking under his 110 degree heat lamp, was indifferent.

For a long while, Obi channel surfed. Oliver spent as much of yesterday as he could laying on my chest and telling how much he missed me while I was gone and could I please never ever ever get off the couch again? But when I was standing, he would check out some OutTV.

At one point Oli, Obi, The Boy and I were all standing perfectly still, watching a squirrel on the front porch. She got her peanut from the feeder. She sat on the rail to eat it. She stopped. Looked around. And, with this eery feeling that eight eyes were upon her, she decided she’d rather eat her nut in the tree on the other side of the yard.

This morning I opened the window upstairs in the reading nook. This particular OutTV comes with an all-day sunbeam and a fleece blanket. I didn’t see Oliver again until I went upstairs at 8 o’clock to call my mother. I found one happy grey kitten stretched on the floor, suffering from over happy.

Obi watched The Jeff Channel all day. Jeff was weeding. And watering. Have I mentioned that Jeff, with whom – luckily – we were already friends, says he is getting really good at doing things with feline supervision? I’m trying to decide if having a cat stare at your backside while you’re weeding is better than having him stare in your window while you do dishes.

It’s late now, and dark. So Kitten Thunder is sharing the blanket upstairs where smell-o-vision has programming of a breeze through the trees and the gentle coo of some nearby doves. It’s been a hard day.

"This blanket has cute kittens all over it. Maybe The Girl needs an intervention."