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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.

Paper Playland

I thought  the blog tonight would be about wrapping presents. I had a “how to” planned with the joys of kitten interference.  Clever observations about hairy tape were planned. But, as always, Kitten Thunder refuses to perform according to MY script. Oliver and Obi dutifully accompanied me to the basement for wrapping. But after sniffing the tape and finding out I wouldn’t let them run the scissors, they decided Paper Playland was way more fun.

Sorry, I know it is Thunder Thursday but it is also very late because I’ve been fighting with my new computer and I want to go to bed. And it’s my blog, so I’m gonna.

Oli and Obi need a raise

This week I gave my notice at work. At the end of the year I am leaving the cozy world of State employment (in the dungeon) to open my own social media company. It serves the governor right, ignoring Oliver and Obi’s requests for snow days just because the roads were clear by 8 a.m. and we live in Wyoming. What. The. Heck.

This whole working from home thing has its advantages. I know, because this seems to be universal, you’re all thinking I’m going to work in my pajamas with a laptop and a cat in my lap on the couch. I could totally do that, but probably wouldn’t keep many clients. The business plan includes coffee shops. Like, I will leave for a coffee shop at the same time The Boy leaves for his office to ensure that I shower and dress on a daily basis.

But this doesn’t mean that there won’t be more work for Kitten Thunder. After a cup of coffee, I will return. Cats will have to supervise. They’ll have to think up extra helpings of blogworthy cuteness. And, for the first time in almost ever, I will use the dining room table. The other part of the business plan is that no business will be done in the living room because it is rude to be in the same room as the television and not turn it on.

I’m going to have to figure out a way to raise their pay. Without, preferably, increasing their waistlines. Your ideas are appreciated.

It’s Thunder Thursday! Today I bring you a video of Simon’s Cat. I love these clips. I can’t wait to read his newly released book (not on my Christmas wish list, but I’m waiting it out until January just in case).

And just in case you think this is an exaggeration, in which case you must not have cats, I have a video of Obi helping me the other day. This is after he’d knocked my mouse of its shelf – it doesn’t have a wire so it clattered across the floor. He also batted at the screen for a while, hugged my face and did a little typing.

Plastic Balls and Wire

And that’s all I have to say about that.

 

Pardon the abrupt ending. Time to get a better video editing software…

Thankful Thunder

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!)

Oliver Goes to the Vet

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:

Silence.

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:

Silence.

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.

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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.

"Girl! Rub my belly."

"She's cuter when she's rubbing my belly."

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.

Video snapshots: Abuse and neglect

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.