Just saw Wonder Woman. Awesome!
Came home, told the cats about it, and they were like:
“Tell us again how there’s like 100 badass, middle aged women living on an island without men and you didn’t see ANY scenes with cats?”
Good point, kitties.
“Truth! Fetch us snacks now.”
Really? No cats on this island.
Privacy is a concept dreamt up by people with neither children nor cats.
I was taking a bath to help Olivia hide out in the bathroom from the latest thunderstorm, and the door didn’t latch so Miles cruised through.
The meow-stache is so angry about the weather.
Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Bird knows!
The neighbors started blowing shit up Saturday night because nothing says happy holiday weekend like explosions and things that sound like gun fire. From what I can see, they’re not even getting fireworks that make colors. They’re literally just making noise.
Olivia Wigglebothum does not approve. Even Miles has his limits (it takes a lot to piss this boy off) and gave the window a good hissing.
Olivia Wigglebothum and friends would like to remind you that fur kids are not really in to all things associated with the 4th of July: crowds, intense heat, strange human foods (even though they will ask for it), and above all loud, startling, frightening noises that lead to irrational, fear-based behavior.
Even some humans aren’t that into it-this girl! It probably doesn’t help that Gpa said that fireworks makes him remember phosphorous bombs from WWII.
Olivia’s irrational, fear-based behavior will be to inconsolably low-belly around the house, stopping to cower in various spots such as behind the toilet probably through the leftover explosives that someone will drag out Wednesday night. So…yea…Happy 4th.
Before breakfast, I scoop up The Bird and we check out the world from the kitchen window. Of all the cats, she’s the one who melts into me and purrs as we lean against the window frame making note of all the goings on in the front yard. Sometimes she reverts back to her younger behavior and tips her head back to nuzzle my neck. Pre-coffee, it’s a good way to start an unhurried morning.
Olivia Wigglebothum has two obsessions: mousie and houseplants.
She is the reason my giant aloe plant lives outside during the summer and then in my classroom during the school year. After two days of vomiting following the aloe plant episode, I eliminated all toxic houseplants and now check the ASPCA plant list before even considering a new houseplant.
Olivia clings to me and cries piteously any time I scoop her up near the back doors where the plants hang. I wish I could say that this is out of a deep love for her mum’s cuddles, but I have enough claw marks in my shoulders to know better.
I’m just a handy ladder to her end goal. Olivia Wigglebothum life goals: sample all the houseplants.
Olivia Wigglebothum Life Goals: Catch the string but maintain lady-like composure. It’s a process.