I love it when Olive “hides” under the rug. Never mind that big, cat-shaped lump that you see, that’s nothing.
And while it’s usually just Hazel who she attacks, anyone is fair game when she’s under the rug. This might be because she can’t actually see who she’s swinging at, and just assumes it’s Hazel. Of course, the tiny puncture wounds that Meghan and I often find on our toes would prove otherwise.
This is another comic that basically happened in real life a few months ago.
The cats were sleeping peacefully on the couch, when suddenly Olive woke up and realized that her foot could reach Hazel’s head from where she was laying. So the only reasonable thing to do was to kick. Of course, Hazel wasn’t taking it and began to fight back.
This went on for about a minute, until the two of them got tired and returned to their afternoon nap. As a side note, the middle panel on the bottom row is one of my favorites of the series so far.
This is another comic that basically happened in real life a few months ago.
The cats were sleeping peacefully on the couch, when suddenly Olive woke up and realized that her foot could reach Hazel’s head from where she was laying. So the only reasonable thing to do was to kick. Of course, Hazel wasn’t taking it and began to fight back.
This went on for about a minute, until the two of them got tired and returned to their afternoon nap. As a side note, the middle panel on the bottom row is one of my favorites of the series so far.
Olive is one of those cats who chases her tail a lot. Boredom sets in, and suddenly she realizes she has something attached to her that she can chase! Problem solved!
Several months ago, Meg was lucky enough to witness Olive chasing her tail near the edge of the bed. With each revolution, she got closer to the edge, until finally, she plummeted to the floor below, crying out in surprise.
It made me wonder what really goes through her head sometimes. Perhaps the tail has some sort of mind of its own …
Olive is one of those cats who chases her tail a lot. Boredom sets in, and suddenly she realizes she has something attached to her that she can chase! Problem solved!
Several months ago, Meg was lucky enough to witness Olive chasing her tail near the edge of the bed. With each revolution, she got closer to the edge, until finally, she plummeted to the floor below, crying out in surprise.
It made me wonder what really goes through her head sometimes. Perhaps the tail has some sort of mind of its own …
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