Black Olive may be a little lacking in the social skill department, but her intentions are true. She’s gonna go punch the rabbit now.
Hazel has always been a lap cat. Whether I’m watching T.V. or trying to play video games, Hazel has to be sitting on me, no exceptions.
So you can imagine the problem it presented for her when we had our daughter, Georgia. Hazel will actually try to balance on my knee or squeeze in somewhere next to Georgia, even though there’s not really room for her at all and the manner in which she has to bend or fold herself can’t be comfortable at all.
But hey, I guess it’s nice to be needed.
Black Olive has seen the distress signal and arrived on the scene! And boy is she angry about … something. If you ask me, yelling random lines from a Batman movie seems like a perfectly reasonable thing that people should do all the time.
Hopefully raccoon and squirrel can have a good chat with her about their rabbit problem. See you next Friday as the story continues!
We call it our bedroom. The cats call it the arena. Of course, battles only take place when you’re just about to drift off and start dreaming about waffles, leprechauns, being a rock star and other nice things.
And for the record, all the best villains are born in darkness. It’s kind of their thing.