I got things to get off my chest.
2013 © Colehaus Cats

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.

I chewed Quint’s mousie. On purpose. – 2013 © Colehaus Cats

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!

And… 2013 © Colehaus Cats

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… 2013 © Colehaus Cats

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.

I just thought you should know – 2013 © Colehaus Cats

So anyway, I just thought you should know. Whew! I know I feel better now. Your turn.