Meet Oliver...

I wanted to share my cat with you for this week's Life is Funny carnival. You know the rules, but if you need a refresher course, check it out on Wendy's blog.

This really is my cat. A few people I have shown this first picture to, do not believe that it's my cat. I did not get this picture off of the internet. I found this little gem of an animal under a dumpster at the local supermarket when he was only a few weeks old. He stole my heart and hasn't given it back.

One day, I was going down the stairs to the basement to change my laundry around and there he was propped up at the bottom of the stairs. He looked quite content. I figured he'd move, but I had time to run back up the stairs to grab my camera. By the time I got back, he was still sitting there.

I think he might have blinked once or twice, but I don't believe a single major muscle was moved. I have no idea why he likes to sit like this or why this little corner of the basement is so fascinating. I don't pretend to understand what goes on in the mind of cats.

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One last point I want to make. He really isn't as fat as he looks in this picture. I've tried telling him that this is not a flattering pose, but he could care less. He's a boy cat and apparently boys don't care about camera angles. He weighs 11 1/2 pounds which is a little larger than most domestic house cats, but my vet is not worried, so I'm not worried.

Just to prove that it really is my cat, I thought I'd add some more "action" shots. To be clear, unless there is food involved, this is as "action" as it gets. This is his favorite place to watch television/sleep.

In this "action" shot, he's mad at the world and getting ready to kick some tail because there's a piece of paper stuck on his nose.

Here he is guarding the back yard. Or he could be sunbathing, not sure. Either way, the sheer excitement and intensity of this "action shot" just exhausts me.

Now this one is a "real" "action" shot (in theory). Here, Oliver is on his way to the moon in a rocket ship (aka the box my new tub came in). Doesn't he look thrilled? He's a good furry brother (aka shuttle commander).

Now, all kidding aside, the one thing other than food that will make Oliver get excited is running water. I always assumed that cats hated water, but mine must be part fish. I had started my bath water the other night and walked away to only find this when I got back. He will hide out under the vanity until I close the door and get in the tub. Then he sits on the side of the tub and stares until I let him dip his paws in. Before long, I have a cat in the tub with me. Go figure!

For next week's Life is Funny carnival? How Yo-yo got her name. Hint...don't let the peaceful, tranquil, Oliver-like picture fool you.

Love, K