Oliver’s eye looks a little scary enlarged like this…trust me, it’s a LOT scarier when his eye starts blinking and then closes halfway. I’ve learned that this ocular behavior is a sign that I’m about to be stalked. My solution to such a situation…I start talking to Oliver as if something very exciting is about to happen. If lying to him doesn’t work, I tell him over and over in a very high voice, what a good boy he is. More lying.
I came across this picture of Oliver when he first came to live with our son. So sweet looking, so adorable…so hyperactive. Most kittens have lots of energy, but Ollie was…Ollie.
We spent the night at our son’s on an inflatable mattress once. I don’t think we slept a wink, Oliver would launch himself onto us out of the dark and puncture us with his little claws. Normal kitten behavior…hanging from the beams in our son’s basement, taking mini-cucumbers and putting them in shoes. Dragging a pizza slice onto the bed and snacking on it. Ninja attacks on the sleeping roommate who lived in the basement.
He’s six years old now. For reasons unknown, possibly because little Max is no longer around for him to torture, he reverts to predator mode and goes for me. (I find it pretty interesting that I’m MUCHHHH larger than Max was and that still doesn’t deter him.) Two days ago he nipped the back of my leg as I walked by, he did the same thing to Max.
I may have to rent a lion costume and growl at him a lot. I’m also wondering how old a cat has to be before he loses his teeth.
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.