Popscholar

When Ollie made his blog debut he was only about five weeks old.  We'd just found him in our backyard; he'd climbed a tree to the top of our fence and had puss in his eyes.  We quickly took him in.

That was eight months ago now.  We love him to death, but he tends to harass Miles and Greta; they don't appreciate his idea of "playing" (which usually involves biting their ears and necks and then chasing them up or down three flights of steps when they run like hell).

I took this picture of Ollie the other day when he was lounging in the window behind one of our computer speakers.  What you can't see is that he's actually poly-dactyl; our kitty has some monster paws.

And while I'm on the subject of cats, I'm going to relay a totally inane convo that DD and I had the other night:

Me: Which of our cats do you think is the smartest?
DD: Hmmm.  Probably Greta.  She's pretty strategic in how she goes about most things.
Me: So Greta's the PhD of the family.  Who's next?
DD: Miles
Me: Okay, so Miles has a Masters and Ollie just has a BA.
DD: No, I think Ollie only has his Associate's Degree.
[laughter]
Me: What's Gret's degree in?
DD: Roman Art
Me, perplexed, but going with it: Miles has a Masters in Women's Studies [We joke that Miles is our gay cat.  He's a super-sensitive Mama's Boy.]
DD: Then what's Ollie's degree in?
[We both look over at Ollie who is fastidiously cleaning his privates]
Me: Ball licking

And so, I give you The Ollinator, Associate Ball Licker.