Well me neither until last week. Mom and I were cleaning out the walk in attic (I was exploring, mom was cleaning) and she dug out here expensive quilting frame she bought 20 years ago because she said that it‘s time to think about quilts for the Ladies. Mom put the side frames and 3 sets of poles in the kitchen while we continued to clean. All of the sudden we heard a loud CRASH! I swear I was NO WHERE around the frames. She found one of the sides had fallen over and broke. She cried. Dad and I went outside to the shop and invented a frame to clamp the broken part so the glue could dry. We are proud that it worked. Dad said ‘ole Rube couldn’t have done a better job than us.
I also have to introduce my new “Brother from a different mother” Oliver. Josh and Katie kinda got busted having Oliver. Mom said that he could stay with us for a while. At first I was really not happy he was here. He took over my “Man Cave”, my favorite bed, and even empty’s out my toy box and NEVER picks up the toys. I get even though. I poop in his litter box and don’t cover up my poop! It drives him nuts that he has to go in and cover it up.
Now we are good friends and chase each other around the house and play hide and seek in mom’s craft room. Come to think of it we haven’t hissed at each other in days. Dad said he hopes that someday I can be a lap cat like Ollie.
Later Gator,
Oscar the Kat
