Well, we’re moved in…for the most part. We started Wednesday and we no longer know what day it is, what sleep is and what a low level of stress is.
Oliver was a HUGE help…
He mopped up styrofoam.
He made sure there was nothing hiding in dark places, except him.
He took a nap for the rest of us…FOR HOURS!
Every so often, Oliver insists on being featured on the blog. He’s a jealous cat and he demands attention. When our little dog Max was still with us, Ollie DID NOT LIKE HIM.
Poor little dog, the cat would sneak up on him and nip him on the back of the leg. Such a beast.
So….in order to not get nipped in the back of the leg, I present an update on Oliver.
There…hopefully this will satisfy him for a time.
You can’t see my laptop in this image can you?
I CAN’T SEE IT AND I’M SITTING IN FRONT OF IT!
Those of you with cats know how it goes…turn the computer on and out of nowhere the cat appears. He demands his rightful place on the keyboard. We negotiate, I clear him lots of nice space on my desk. No.
After I gently nudge him to the edge of the laptop ten times, he is offended when I restrict him to the floor. We’re both tired and frustrated. I will eat chocolate, he will have to make due with a bug he just found on the floor.
The dog has been sick for a week and Oliver has been very respectful of him. No stalking Max, no jumping on Max, no wrapping Max in a headlock.
Occasionally Oliver passes the time hoping for an insect to be drawn to the light bulbs in our lamp. He will be so happy when Max is feeling better.
Have you ever been stuck in a closet?
It’s a question I thought I would posit.
Could you escape in a minute?
Or would you relax and stay in it
Writing to Shakespeare, a sonnet.
(Oliver asked me to tell you that he did get out of the closet very quickly and yes, I need to practice learning how to spell my last name.)