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The Girl is Away…

The family vacation continues, mixed with a little work with a client in my home town. The Boy has sent me pictures of Kitten Thunder to show me that they survive my absence.

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Obi has been helping with the layout. The first section ran a train while I was gone. No cats were involved.

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Someone left a bag on the table in the breakfast nook. Oliver appreciates the gesture.

I’ll be home on Thursday. I anticipate I’ll be writing the blog from the couch under a grey kitten. Perhaps with a brown kitten snuggling within reach of my aura.

Who Will Tell the Grey One?

Happy Father’s Day!

At this very moment I am in a car on my way to Salt Lake City for my family’s annual trip to Lagoon. It is the best amusement park ever! The Boy stayed home. I am going to be gone long enough that he’ll have to empty litter boxes and feed the dragon. I’m sure he’s looking forward to both of these experiences.

Yesterday, Obi was helping me in the basement when I got the suitcase out and shoved clothes in it. He followed me around until I left with furrowed brow.

“I will be okay if you go,” his look said. “But who will tell Oliver?”

The Boy reports that Oliver, so far, is coping well. He slept on The Boy’s feet – it’s a new thing he is trying out. And they didn’t start to starve to death until nearly 6:45 this morning.

Mr. Bear is taking the day off. Evidently The Boy, who never requires as much supervision as The Girl, can be adequately watched by two kittens.

The bear deserves some time off. And maybe a massage later this afternoon.

What was found is lost again…

We arrived home from our trip to Yellowstone on Sunday evening. Monday morning, The Boy was off to work. I stayed at home for some quality time with Kitten Thunder.

If you’ve been reading for a while, you know that Oliver is a mama’s boy. Perhaps – and you wouldn’t be alone in this – you’d think that he’d spend the morning with me on the couch. You’d be wrong. I’d assumed that as well. I was wrong.

Instead, my brown kitten spent the morning with me. We rubbed the belly. We snuggled. We actually, really, physically snuggled. No aura snuggling on Monday. He laid in my arms. He climbed under the blanket. He stretched over my leg. And, oh, how Obi put the purr on.

Oliver was nowhere to be found.

When I had to get up to do some errands, Obi followed me around as I got ready. He looked very concerned when I left. I rushed home as soon as I could and we snuggled some more.

Oliver was nowhere to be found.

When I went downstairs to work out, Obi went with me. When I put some funky red stripes in my hair, Obi helped. When I packed my bag for my trip to Sheridan, Obi furrowed his brow. I could tell that he recognized that my small bag was bad news.

In the evening, Oliver was found. He snuggled with me all night.

This morning, Kitten Thunder followed me to the basement where I get ready. Obi looked forlorn on his supervision chair. Oliver was sitting under his throne. When I walked around the corner with my bag – the first time he’d seen it – his eyes got wide. If he was a cartoon, his jaw would have dropped and bounced on the floor.

I just texted The Boy. No answer. I’m hoping he is pinned down by grey and brown fuzzies, getting the snuggling they all deserve.

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Since I am five hours away from Kitten Thunder, I don’t have pictures of them to post today. So instead, I will show you a steamy photo of The Boy. Sorry, friends on the Book of Face, I know you’ve seen this already.

A Public Service Announcement

You may have noticed a lack of response to comments. I confess that is because I programmed my Sunday blog on Thursday and took off on a family vacation. I took The Boy with me. Brave man. He survived.

In case you ever have to drive across Wyoming, let me tell you a little fact. It takes four hours to drive from Rock Springs to Cheyenne. You can take four hours to get there by driving the speed limit, or you can speed and the highway patrol will be happy to let you cool your heels on the side of the road for a while.  Option two is great for the Wyoming economy. Option one is better for your personal economy.

Today was a great day for the Wyoming economy. We passed a patrol car with a gentleman from Colorado on the side of the road. A little bit later, a cute blue car from California came zipping up next to us. We realize, coming from one of those places where people drive faster than a mosey, that the Californian MAY have thought the highway patrol car behind him was just wanting him to get out of the way because California was only going 85 mph. Or, maybe he was thinking he’d scrape that HP off him like gum off a shoe by pulling in front of me with only feet to spare.

Wrong. On either account.

I glanced over at the HP to make sure he was interested in my new blue practically a hood ornament and let off my cruise control. I figure California definitely got a speeding ticket. If he had an attitude he also got a ticket for reckless driving or unsafe lane change.

To add to his bad day, California caught up to us a couple hours later as we were nearing Laramie. I’d been dealing with two SUVs that seemed to come without cruise control. They didn’t really want to go the speed limit, but they both felt compelled to be in front of me. Unfortunately for California, they were attracted to his sparkliness and zoomed ahead of us on the interstate with him. We watched them speed up to 90, then slow down to 70, then up to 90 mph well into the distance.

I wouldn’t have wished them on anyone, but I suppose California deserved them more than me.

There’s not much about Kitten Thunder in this blog because they stayed and had a vacation of their own. No people to wake up. No performances. Cuteness only for the sake of being cute. We weren’t punished when we got home. In fact, I got a full dose of snuggle Thunder while I watched TV this evening.

But it is time to go. Oliver said I could blog as long as I made it snappy. Now we have more snuggling to do.

She who must be punished.

If you’ve noticed that I haven’t been answering my blog comments I apologize. The Boy and I went to New Mexicon on the Chile Immersion Tour. I can now order anything with chile on it without fear because my tastebuds now speak the language of fire.

We were gone for four and a half days and I was expecting some serious punishment. I’ve been pleasantly surprised.

First, we must point out that it was Lori’s turn to babysit and that she came over to feed them, drink coffee and watch TV so they’d have some people time each day. My babysitters – Sarah and Lori – are awesome. I’m happy to report that Obi hung out on the couch with her and Oliver wasn’t a total jerk. He has a tendency to be less than nice around substitute mothers. When The Boy wasn’t living with us he would get an icy stare the entire time he was in my house without me – even though he was watching TV or reading a book for the benefit of Oli.

While we were gone, Kitten Thunder did some interesting things. Not terribly interesting, someone had a hairball on a full stomach. Eew. More interesting, someone got on the top shelf of my desk and knocked off a little glass ring box. Nothing broke but the contents have been evenly distributed around the room. Even more interesting, Oliver has started playing with Mr. Bear again.

Mr. Bear is a normal sized teddy bear that on occasion needs to move from one room to another. In the old house, Mr. Bear or Puppy would guard the breakfast plates. Or come to bed in the middle of the night. Or lay in the living room window. It’s fun to watch a cat move a stuffed animal that big. Since moving, Puppy has been in the front window and Mr. Bear has been on the bed in my office. Getting no attention at all.

He was in the kitchen when we got home. He’s been kneaded three times since I put him back on the bed.

Who knows what else has happened that I just haven’t found yet.

As far as punishment which, as all cat owners know, is required: it hasn’t been too bad. Obi was desperate for a belly rub. There’s no playing it cool when your belly hasn’t been rubbed for almost five days. Oli let me pick him up before he remembered I needed to be punished.

And then I fed them…so that was a nice gesture.

We plunked down on the couches – sitting all day is so exhausting – and got some snuggle. Oliver tried really hard to snub me. But I have the chin scratching fingernails. And then I got under the blanky. He can’t lay under a blanky by himself.

Obi and I played a weird game of cave monster while I was laying on the couch…I kind of made up the ceiling structure for the cave.

Then Thunder happened and all is well.

No one needs to tell them that I leave for a work trip tomorrow morning. The Boy can handle the fallout.