What’s pure evil? No, not Olive. She can be a pest sometimes, but there’s really not an evil bone in her body.
Evil describes the smell that’s left in the “cat’s room” after Olive leaves. No one can go near it. Not me, not Meg, not Hazel and not Olive herself. She actually runs out of the room without hanging around to bury the, uh … stuff.
I’ve heard of deep sea divers oxidizing their lungs so that they can hold their breath longer underwater. I’m thinking of learning the technique to I can hold my breath longer while changing the litter boxes.