You’ll Never Catch Me!

by Matt on May 11, 2011 at 12:01 am
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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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Pit for Pat

by Matt on May 18, 2011 at 12:01 am
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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.

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Under the Rug

by Matt on May 25, 2011 at 12:01 am
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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.

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Beyond the Closet Lives Another Race

by Matt on June 1, 2011 at 12:01 am

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Several months ago, a good friend of mine came to stay at our house. After watching movies and playing video games half the night, we decided to turn in.

Before my friend went to bed, he needed to grab a towel out of the hallway closet. He opened the door, grabbed the towel and shut the door, not realizing that while the door was open, Olive had slipped inside.

Eight hours passed, and we all woke up the next morning. As my wife made her way down the hall, she heard a faint, calm “meow” from inside the closet as if to say, “okay, I’m done in here.”

She opened the closet door, and Olive casually emerged. She had spent eight hours inside a closet without any form of commotion or protest. It made me wonder what she had been doing in there that whole time. Maybe she visited another world …

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