Oliver

We got tired of Oliver (the cat) constantly throwing up so we got him a haircut. He was being such a pain - so he needed a haircut! Bad. Funny thing is, we always thought he was fat. Turned out, it was all hair!!!!

Poor guy had dreads near his boy parts so they had to shave him down to bare. It looks so funny, and I can't help but pet his super soft skin. With this, he has been weird. We were a bit afraid that he might take time to adjust to it - but he is needy, clingy and cold. He is always digging to sleep under the covers. Crazy cat!


I look over the other night as I sit and browse Facebook and there is Oliver on Daniel's side. This is the weirdness we got going on.

Ollie & Reese

Our cat Oliver is very friendly and while he loves attention, he doesn't love the pint-size wild child. Mainly because she comes at him running, yelling and going right for his soft ears! He was sitting in his usual spot on the couch looking out the front window, away from Reese - but now she loves the climb up on the couch and also look out the front window . . . he doesn't have a fighting chance against her joy of being at the same level as him. He just has take it or run away.

LOOK at that face! Cracks me up.

Damn Cat

I love Oliver dearly, but he is pushing my buttons lately. We have to keep Reese's door closed at all times now! And If we forget . . . right into the crib, curled up with her blanket he goes!!!! It makes me so mad. He has a whole house to sleep in. Our bed is huge, we now have a futon (thanks Gigi) in the office . . . but he wants in the crib.

Now, I just plop Reese in there with him. He usually gets the hint after she started hitting and pulling is fur . . . it is HER bed! I am hoping it with scare him away, eventually.