And that’s all I have to say about that.
Pardon the abrupt ending. Time to get a better video editing software…
Today we have a short post. It’s Thanksgiving and I have priorities which draw me away from the computer. So I’ve decided to roll the whole post into one point: I am thankful for brothers – my brother, my two fuzzy boys, and brothers in general.
For Thunder Thursday I bring you Oskar and Klaus. Oskar, the little one, was born without eyes. The video of him playing with toys – “seeing” them with his other senses and playing like any sighted cat – is amazing.
But after watching all the videos on their YouTube channel, this is my favorite.
Happy Thanksgiving to all. Even my friends across the pond (any excuse is a good excuse for cranberry sauce!)
In the house:
I was running late. Of course. I found the carrier, pushed Oli inside, and we were off.
In the car:
OHMYGOSH WE ARE GOING TO DIE! I AM NOT GOING TO SURVIVE THIS AND I AM IN A TINY PURPLE BOX ITS LIKE A GIRLY COFFIN AND OHMYGOSHWEAREGOINGTODIE! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY KEEP YOUR HANDS AT TEN AND TWO. TEN AND TWOOOOOO! WATCH OUT FOR THAT CAR! AND THAT ONE! AND THAT ONE! AND THAT ONE!
Lest you think I exaggerate:
Repeat for ten minutes.
In the lobby:
In the exam room:
Oliver refused to come out of the carrier. He had his picture taken from inside – looking quite handsome for the ordeal. Then I set to work extracting him. This involved pulling his towel out, then holding the carrier in the air, opening down, and shaking it. Like trying to get that last bit of Spaghetti-O out of the can.
If your Spaghetti-O weighs 13 pounds and willfully pushes against gravity.
He came loose just as the doctor came in.
In the back:
Our vet takes pets to the back for the weighing and sticking now. Dr. G says he was very sweet and even promised not to hate her forever when she set him on a piece of cardboard and it shot up to slap him in the face. The girl who checked us out confirmed that he was very charming.
Oliver weighs 13 pounds. He’s a little fluffy in the middle, Dr. G says while patting his belly and earning herself a sideways glance from the grey kitten, but that is okay.
Unable to stall any more, we load up and tell everyone about how loud he is when I am driving.
In the car:
More silence. Then, some more silence.
When we were nearly home I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Oli, do you hate The Mama now?”
One tiny meow: “No.”
I choose to believe he said no.
It’s Thunder Thursday! Today we have Tika, my first cat that I remember. I know we had a Shadow, but Tika is the poor kitty that had to wear doll dresses and such. And, evidently, have little plastic horses ride her while she tried to nap in a drawer.
And yes, that pudge of a girl is me. I was full of adorable.
When Tika was older her belly became huge. She wasn’t a fat cat; if she was walking down the hall she looked quite thin, actually. But if she ran, this giant hanging belly would swing back and forth – my brother and I always wanted to mount some of those big drums over her back to see if her belly would play them.
Tika was a good and patient girl.
I got Oliver and Obi a new toy yesterday. It has light up eyes and makes “life like squeaky noises” which, in all honesty, sound more like laser fire. Why does it light up and make noise? Because, according to the box, cats hunt at night. For giant mousies with laser beam eyes.
Oli and Obi in a pre-Thunder. Cuteness like lightning.
At the end of a long day, sometimes the kittens need some quality time with The Girl. And if The Girl tries to show The Boy a video of Kitten Thunder on the camera, sometimes The Boy decides to make a film instead.
This is, by the way, exactly how Obi chooses to be snuggled – near The Girl, but not being touched in any way. Once in a while he kicks me in the back of the head to let me know he cares.
Laying on the floor. Stretch.
The Girl walks in. “Obi, you want to help me get my pajamas on?”
Sure. Stretch. Follow The Girl down the stairs.
The Girl stops and puts finger near wall. “Look, Obi Wan, a big ol’ wolf spider.”
Look at finger. Look at finger. Look at finger as The Girl taps the wall. Hey! There’s a spider on the wall!
Jump at the spider, fall to the floor. Jump at the spider, fall to the floor. Jump at the spider, fall to the floor. Jump at the spider and grab him on the way down to the floor.
He runs away! He turns and comes back! Aaaaaaaah! Jump out of the way.
Smack the spider. Look at paw. See spider on the floor. Smack the spider.
Where’s the spider? Jump back.
Where’s the Spider! Jump to side.
WHERE’S THE SPIDER!?! Jump three times in a circle.
The spider is on the floor, rolled into a ball. Smack the spider.
Declare victory and strut down the hall. Come on, Girl, let’s get those pajamas.
It’s Thunder Thursday! I have some really good options for guest fuzzy this week, but I just have to show you this video. This cat, Sadie, is a hero. She is calm in the face of imminent threat. And her boy is very lucky to have her. Watch her eyes when he coos – that is the look of suppressed panic.
I’ve been planning a blog post all day in my head. Then this happened.
It took me twice as long as usual to drive home. For one thing, I could barely see. For another, people were making questionable shelter choices. Like the idiot who decided to wait out the storm in an underpass – next to an already flooded drainage – because he didn’t want hail to hit his precious Hummer. And a whole bunch of people parking under our 100 year old cottonwood trees that drop branches on a sunny day. Um, no. I kept going.
The result of the storm was about 100 dimples (Divots? Dents? Horrific canyons?) in my hood and on the roof of my car. And three places where pieces of my car are actually missing. Sigh. But it makes a good story.
After arriving home and sitting in the driveway waiting for the hail to at least get smaller than ping pong balls, I finally made it into the house. Kitten Thunder met me at the door. Oliver was fuh-reaking out. He wanted to be held. Obi wanted to show me what was happening on OutTV.
The storm passed and The Boy got home so we ventured out to see the damage. There’s a lot, but other than our cars there’s nothing valuable that is lost. I was a week away from peas and tomatoes…not so much any more. Oliver was NOT happy that we were in the Out. To calm him, I went inside and turned on the TV.
That’s when the TV flashed a tornado warning. I tried to get The Boy, but he was down the block. I sent him a text. Not too worried – the funnel clouds were to the east – I turned and looked at Kitten Thunder. “You want to go downstairs, boys?”
Yes. They did.
Once I was settled in a chair and watching, coincidentally, a program on the Weather Channel about storm chasers in Wyoming, Oliver paced between me and the bottom of the stairs. The Boy arrived. Oli was content.
For the next 20 minutes, Kitten Thunder tried to convince us they needed to be airbrushed. Of course my camera was upstairs so I don’t have the very cute picture of them sitting together in the paint station. I’m pretty sure that’s why they did it.
The TV continued to beep in with warnings of flash flooding, tornadoes and severe thunderstorms. The watches and warnings are pretty common here on the high plains and most people I know were probably outside looking at the weather. But Oli doesn’t know that. So he did what the TV said and went to take shelter in his windowless box in an interior room. I also don’t have a picture of that.
Things are calm now. We have occasional big rain. Obi caught a miller moth. The Boy is reading in the living room. And Oliver is passed out from the effort of being a nervous grey kitten who is in charge of keeping the household safe.
Good job, grey kitten. Sleep well.
…and I am a nip enabler. Both of my furry sons are nipheads.
That’s right. They are on The Nip.
And I get it for them.
Why? Because it is HIGH-larious.
In this video, an movie of epic length at four minutes 44 seconds, you’ll see it all. It is a classic tale of two brothers, torn apart by drugs and then brought back together when they lose it all. You decide if The Boy is a hero or a villain in his role.
You also get to hear my giggle my weird giggle because Kitten Thunder is fun to watch on The Nip. Obi gets silly. Er. And Oli become seriously lovey. Which is why a grey tail keeps passing by the camera. Oh, and all bad camera work can be attributed to a grey kitten hugging the videographer.
Enjoy this piece we call…NipHeads.
It’s a foggy evening in Cheyenne. That is important because it means we didn’t grill pork chops. Which means we didn’t eat my homemade applesauce. Which means that the only reason we chopped up all those apples was to provide excellent OutTV.
The buffet I’ve set out for the pregnant squirrels is a big hit in the neighborhood. Especially with the apples I set out today. We had squirrels and all sorts of birds, plus a bunny. My blog today was going to introduce you to all the birds. I had a couple I needed to work really hard to identify. Including orioles. I was really excited to find out Wyoming has orioles. Then, just as I was wrapping up, I discovered our new birds might be grosbeaks. My head hurts.
The funny thing is that we’re serving corn this week and most of our birds are yellow. Five different varieties of yellow bird. Coincidence?
While the apple sauce was cooking, I kept hearing this popping noise. I thought maybe the lid wasn’t on right on the crock pot and kept going to look. Then I figured out that the little yellow and black birds were flying into the windows. They, like Obi, don’t seem to have the whole concept of glass down. At the end of this video you’ll hear a clunk…and my “oh gosh” as a bird hits the window.