Hi! It’s Olivia here and it’s been awhile since we talked. I mean, really talked. You know how I work hard to be a good cat. I’m quiet and mind my manners. I don’t beg for food or jump up where I’m not allowed to. I don’t pick on anyone
much and I hide under the covers so I don’t beat up on the noisy vacuum cleaner. But even with how extra good I am…I have confessions to make.
Last month, I purposely chewed up one of Quint’s favorite mousies. First I ate off the tail. Then, the ears. Then, most of the fur, and of what remained, I slobbered all over it and left it where he’d most like to find it. And if Dad hadn’t accidently vacuumed it up, boy oh boy, wouldn’t Quint have been surprised!
I spent a whole day imagining how awesome it would be to stick gooey stuff under Mom’s computer desk, but only if that gooey stuff s-l-o-w-l-y oozed down onto her legs.
And that day I had my pictures taken when I was pretending to be a statue, remember that? And Dad said not to jump from the platform over to the short wall railing? Well, not only did I want jump, I envisioned jumping back and forth a bunch of times, you know, just to prove to myself I could.
So anyway, I just thought you should know. Whew! I know I feel better now. Your turn.