Category Archives: Sir Oliver

Family Updates

A lot has changed in our family since I started this blog. In the beginning, we had four pets: Selby, Emerson, Lord Dormir, and Sir Oliver. Of those four, only Sir Oliver remains. He’s a quiet old man with a classic case of resting bitch face, but he’s sweet and he loves our teenaged daughter more than anything else in the world. 

Sir Oliver is a long-haired orange tabby cat. In this picture he is sleeping curled up in a fluffy ball with his head resting in my hand.

You’ve met Wordsworth, of course. He’s still a handsome guy who loves to explore and also loves to lounge around with people. 

Wordsworth is a large yellow lab. In this picture he is laying on his back next to me in the yard

In August of 2015, we were joined by Count Rugen “Cuddles” com Bigglesworth IV (a/k/a “The Count”, or “Count”, or sometimes “CAAAAAAAT”, followed closely by “GETBACKINTHEHOUSE” or “GETOFFOFTHECOUNTER!”). He was raised with a puppy so he mostly tends to prefer the company of the dogs and enjoys chasing Sir Oliver around the house. 

The Count is  tuxedo cat. In this picture he is laying on his back in Wordsworth's kennel.

In January 2016, we met Butler. How he came to join our family is too good of a story to sum up in one sentence, so I’ll have to make that a separate post. This goofy boy loves coming to work with me at the groomer, just like Emerson did. 

This is a picture of our Saint Bernard, shortly after he flopped down in my lap. His mouth is open as if he's smiling, and his huge tongue is hanging out

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It’s Petting-O’Clock Somewhere

[Today’s talking cat story is a guest post written by my son. The events below transpired last night after we had all gone to bed. If you like it, be sure to comment and let him know! — Kari]

Son: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Sir Oliver: I desire petting. *walks into Son’s room* Oh. My servant is asleep. I shall wake him. *begins prodding son’s face*

Son: Zzzzzzzxxxnnxx *wakes up* Huh?

Sir Oliver: Oh, good, you are awake. I require a massage.

Son: Dude! It’s 11pm.

Sir Oliver: Time is a social construct invented by humans to avoid their responsibilities towards their feline overlords.

Son: Whatever. I’m going back to sleep.

Sir Oliver: This is outrageous. I will be filing a complaint with the Feline Overlords Union.

Son: Good luck with that. Zzzzzzzz.

Sir Oliver: Hmph. Just for that, I am going to leave a hairball right here where you will step in it when you wake up.

Sir Oliver’s Surprise (cartoon)

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Pride and Predjudice and Cats (cartoon)

A brief dramatization of Freya & Sir Oliver's first meeting (in the style of a British period film)

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How Sir Oliver tells time (cartoon)

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Sir Oliver versus bathroom door (with photos)

Me: *goes into bathroom and closes door*

Sir Oliver: This door is closed. That is unacceptable.

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Lord Dormir, certified sleep therapist

Lord Dormir: What are you doing?
Me: Um, sitting in bed, playing games on my phone. Also, Facebook and Twitter.
Lord Dormir: Studies have shown that using electronic devices prior to bedtime makes it more difficult to fall asleep and can lead to insomnia. Just saying.
Me: What studies? Name one.
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The Orange Dagger demonstrates his greatest superpower

Invisibility, obviously.

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The League of Extraordinary Cuteness (cartoon)

These are my pets displaying their secret identities

Quantum Cat. Super Powers: Super-perseverance, 'Who-Isn't-Petting-A-Cat' Sense, Undetectable slow motion

Secret Identity: Lord Dormir

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Secret Identity: Emerson

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Secret Identity: Selby

The Orange dagger. Superpowers: Invisibility, teleportation, super-sharp claws

Secret Identity: Sir Oliver

Picture of all 4 pets as Superheroes. Lord Dormir says "Hello, ladies"

Closed/Open

Me: Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.
Sir Oliver: HEY! This door is closed. I need that door to be open.
Me: Kinda busy in here Sir Oliver.
Sir Oliver: Perhaps you didn’t hear me. I need this door open.
Me: Quit sticking your paw under the door. I’m almost done. I just need to wash my hands. *opens door*
Sir Oliver: Thank GOODNESS you’re done. I thought that door was never going to open again. Well, see you later.
Me: Wait! All that fuss about the door being closed, and you don’t even want to go in there now that it’s open?
Sir Oliver: I never said I wanted to go in there. I just said I needed the door open, and now it’s open. My work here is done.

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