This is Oliver when he was just a little kitty, we called him, “The Cat from Hell.”
He would race like a maniac through my son’s house, and in his downtime he’d steal pickles and pizza slices and put them in shoes.
If we went to visit and stayed overnight, we spent the night sleepless, waiting to be pounced on in a sneak attack.
Being a cat, night time was his favorite. When they didn’t have overnight guests, he spent a large portion of the midnight hours unrolling the toilet paper in my son’s bathroom.
At about a year and a half of age, Ollie came to live with us. Our son moved for work to Wisconsin and there was not going to be enough room or action in the little studio apartment to entertain a busy cat.
We could provide a dog to chew on, birds to watch and plenty of hiding places. The cat from hell was very happy, he didn’t mind being scolded for scaring a hearing impaired, sixteen year old dog, ten times a day.
Little Max left us almost two years ago and the more time that goes by, the more Oliver has focused on me. He likes to rip my bangs out while I sleep…(I DO wake up when he does it.)
Hiding on top of the refrigerator and then sliding down it like a snake when I walk by has become a favorite pastime. If one eye closes half way, his eyes dilate and his ears go back, I know I’m in deep doo-doo.
I now emit blood-curdling screams in my sleep. I am not making this up. I’m going to give my husband a heart attack and the cat from hell will be all curled up on the back of the sofa acting innocent when the ambulance gets here.
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.