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WAR!

Once again, I am perplexed by the kittens. I guess Obi needed to charge something yesterday. But, by the time he got to the hallway, he must have realized that whatever he was charging wasn’t an Apple product.

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On Tuesday, the weather changed in Cheyenne. We are now enjoying temperatures near freezing rather than below zero. The change, as always, was ushered in by big wind. BIG wind. Like 62 mph here in town wind.

So, when The Boy was leaving for work and noticed our trash and recycling bins trying to escape down the alley, he put them in the driveway. The recycling bin ended up under my office window.

No problem.

At first.

Then, as I was typing away on the couch yesterday afternoon, Oliver started screaming. It was a weird, “I need help” type scream. I was up and into my office in moments. And I found…

Oliver looking out the window.

And Obi looking out the window.

At first they looked totally normal and I was irritated by the scream for help. Then I went up to the window and touched Oliver on the back. He leaped into the air and screamed. He bumped Obi who leaped into the air and screamed. The both puffed up and hissed at me. At each other. At the window.

And out in the driveway I noticed the black cat that kept fighting other cats out there this summer. I’m thinking he had jumped up on the recycling bin and looked in the window at my sleeping kitties.

So I moved the recycling bin. Problem solved.

EXCEPT, just now as I was writing this, it happened again. Oliver screamed. I ran into the office to find Oli and Obi in a full on battle on the floor. I risked life and limb to separate them. The black cat was in the driveway. My guess is that Oliver woke up, saw the black kitten, and started puffing up and screaming. And Obi woke up fighting, thinking he was being attacked. So Oliver fought back.

Now that things have calmed down, Oliver is trying to apologize to his brother. Obi is TICKED OFF.  As I held Obi, Oliver came up to us and licked Obi’s ears. Obi smacked him and stormed off into the living room.

He’ll wash himself, thankyouverymuch.

 

 

There is No Pope and Bears are Hibernating…

…so how is Obi supposed to say that yes, he does want his belly rubbed?

Sure, the next Pope will be Catholic. Sure, bears, in general, do pee in the woods. But what about right now? What smart alecky comment can he come back with right now?

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When The Boy is downstairs for a long time, Obi will go down and tell him about the great boredom. The problem is that The Boy and Obi have this great fetching game…upstairs. And that is what Obi wants to play. They go up to the belly rubbing rug and find the flat mousie. He’s usually under the couch. The Boy will throw the mousie into the hallway and Obi will go and get it. He brings it back to the rug (sometimes the mousie puts up a fight and it takes a while) and The Boy will throw it again. It’s not exactly “fetch” so much as a deeply held belief by the brown kitten that mousies belong on the rug.

Almost all of his toys are in the living room, near the rug.

Last night, The Boy decided that Obi needed a basement mousie. We happen to have two flat mousies so he chose the other one – not Obi’s favorite mousie in all the world – for the basement relegation. He threw the mousie from the rug, into the hall, and Obi chased it. The Boy got it from Obi before he got back to the rug and threw the mousie into the kitchen. From there he threw it down the stairs. From there he threw it down the downstairs hallway. Thinking he had made it, he threw the mousie the length of the train layout and waited for Obi to bring it back to him.

Obi brought it back…

To the rug in the living room.

Mousies belong on the belly rubbing rug.

The Boy took the mousie back downstairs with him and it has remained downstairs for 24 hours. We’ll see what happens the first time they play with it.