olive inaction

should the image of olive napping be broadcast to the greater global community, spontaneous world peace would occur as a result.

what olive thinks of kevin federline

olive can do insanely gymnastic soccer moves with a little squishy yellow ball. she'll chase it if it's thrown, bat it with her paw off a variety of surfaces in the room, toss it up into the air with both paws. she can even sort of catch it by throwing her whole body underneath the ball. sometimes, if it has been too active, she'll sit on it for a while. i imagine a mouse might be smothered. she's a cold and calculating genius, really.

olive has gone back into the closet again. this may be a trend. i know you guys will be tolerant.

best in show

olive goes everywhere. my mom woke me up yelling that she was on top of the refrigerator, in a place no man or beast had gone before. she especially loves my window, and can stay propped up watching there for a long time. maybe it's the birds? it's raining now, though.

she disappeared into the closet for a while, and i found her curled up on a pile of old shirts on the first shelf. it really was a comfy spot. i think she likes all the stuff in the house she has to climb: her favorite spot is on chairs, but she keeps sneaking up to the table and sprawling there to survey us.

she's currently curled up against a green pillow on my bed, meticulously lickling her paws, as we watch the purina dog show. it's kind of the most adorable thing ever.

olive had a fancy feast turkey feast today in honor of thanksgiving. we saw the scooby doo balloon, and spongebob squarepants, and some kind of flying fish thing, but they showed the cats no love.

i just pet olive for about five minutes as she curled in a little olive-ball. it is too much for words.

olive in the brownstone

today, olive played with a long piece of blue-and-silver ribbon. she "killed" it many times but could never quite carry off her prey, because i was holding the string. but one day she will be a huntress.

she persists in exploring the most impossible areas of the upstairs. i have dubbed her "indiana cat," though they named the dog indiana.

olive approaches me even as we speak -- she puts one paw on the computer, the other on my lap, says, "mrr?" i find myself agreeing.