Anyone else have to build a barrier so that they can get some work done?
I was planning on using my laptop…but Oliver has other plans.
If any of you come up with a good solution, let me know.
I’m taking suggestions…
Tag: cat
MOO buddies.
I’m glad that I’m a cow,
Not a cat or fish, not now.
Though if I could say bow-wow,
and there was a way somehow
I’d be a dog.
You thought that was going to rhyme didn’t you? You should know by now that you can’t trust me.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
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.
I See You.
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.
The littlest menace.
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.
A WINDOW INTO THE WOODS 