When our girl Olivia isn’t brushing her whiskers against freshly painted walls,…
Who said I brushed against the freshly painted wall?
Mmm, the white paint on your whiskers said that, little dear. May we finish?
When our girl Olivia isn’t questioning where her whiskers have been, she’s absorbing as much fall sunshine as she can so she will remain sleek and shiny all winter long. Minus paint on her whiskers.