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Prince Oliver

We play cards every other Tuesday at my sister's house. Oliver the cat is the Prince of the house. When his loyal subjects (my sister and husband) mention that my partner and I are coming over he will leave his throne (a suction cup lounge chair stuck on the window) and meet us at the door. But he isn't really interested in us as much as he is interested in escaping the condo to run down the hallway. We think he is waiting for us to acknowledge his princely persona as he allows us to pat his head and if we are lucky a tummy rub. I never rub his tummy, I have seen what happens to my brother inlaw when it goes from a tummy rub to rough housing. 

The cat is smart enough to know when it is suppertime and he eats his at the same time. After supper we talk a bit and then it time for cards. This is when the cat will do one of two things. Jump on the counter to see what we had to eat or walk back to the window throne but not before he gets kicked of the counter a few times. When this happens he gives a grunt and feline "f you" tail flip.

Around ten o'clock he figures it's time for us to go home and comes out to circle the table. There's is two things he wants; us to leave and to escape again.

Poor Prince Oliver occasionally has to wait until we decide to end the game play but the games are not over. If you could read his mind he is saying "Hey! It's 11 o'clock. This is unacceptable" Up jumps Oliver but it's not the counter but the card table. He is now circling, on the table. "Beat it! "The Prince has spoken.

Oliver dosen't only have domian over the house he also has a chariot parked in our driveway: The RV. Oliver, tolerates the cat carrier at four to six hour intervals. Which is fine because I think my sister feels the same way about her husband's driving. (Sorry Bill I couldn’t help it) 

Oliver loves to camp. His favorite throne is on top of the dashboard. It could be ninety degrees outside, there he'll be watching the animals scurry around the campsite. He does his own scurrying around the RV if a fly foolishly enters the castle. 

They say pets are like family and I believe that to be true. I have many neices and nephews and I'm glad to have this furry guy in my life. He is a joy but I'm still not going to rub his belly.

Credit for the photo goes to my sister. Embellishments are on me. 
 


 
 
 
 
 
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