This is Olive.
She’s deeply interested in the dangle-y wrist strap on my camera. She would like to inspect it more carefully, with her tiny sharp teeth.
Olive came home with me a couple of days ago, much to the irritation of Henry, our giant orange tabby. Henry weighs 17 pounds, is not fat, and he is emphatically not a lap kitty. He owns Garner, and dispenses cranky remarks from his overburdened cat perch in the windowsill. Olive is 4 months old, weighs as much as a cheezburger, and thinks Henry loves her.
Don’t worry; we’re watching out for Olive.
Olive is entirely a lap kitty, in addition to being a laptop kitty, as you see demonstrated above. Helpful is a word she applies to herself, although that isn’t precisely the word I used when I returned from the kitchen to find she had deleted my last photo import with her butt.
We think she’s going to fit in just fine.
Top photo credit: The Maker (edited by me)
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What a cutie.. I miss my kitty. My sister keeps threatening to get me a cat for every Christmas/Birthday/Hanakuh/Ramadan/Easter that comes around. She thinks I need a cat. I can’t even keep the plants alive so I certainly don’t need to be responsible for anything that has a pulse. I keep trying to explain to her that I *do* have cats. I have neighbors who have cats, so therefore I have cats by proxy. In my nieghborhood you have to be careful not to leave the door open too long or you’re going to wind up with a house full of kitties – some of which you may not discover until one of them jumps on the bed in the middle of the night.
How did Olive come to join y’alls domicile?
Since Henry is so not a lap kitty, I had been pining for one, so after threatening to do so for about 6 months, I went to the local shelter and played with a roomful of them. It killed me to only take one of them home. There was a blind calico kitten (which would never work in our house, especially given Henry’s grouchiness) and a three-legged kitten (who got around smashingly), along with dozens of other kittens of every… er, stripe. I liked how cuddly Olive was, and how glossy her fur was. Oh, and she has a bent tail, just at the tip. I found that endearing.
Given how easy to care for they are, you could totally get a cat, but if you’re not home much, you should take home a couple of littermates; they keep each other company.