The Amazing Sir Oliver Bear
The reason my blog is entitled “Art and Other Stuff” is because most of the time I want to write about art. Sometimes though (like today, for example), I want to write about nonsense. Like my cat. Sir Oliver Bear. His name used to be just plain Oliver. I found him as a teeny-weeny orphaned kitten, hence the name Oliver. Over time, he became “Oliver Bear'” because he is so purry and fluffy and cuddly like a stuffed animal. I think he looks like a muppet, personally. Recently my husband starting addressing him as “Mr.Oliver Bear”, (which he still does), but I think “Sir” was a more appropriate title for such a regal cat. It has a nice ring to it. There you have it. Sir Oliver Bear. If Sir Oliver Bear were to speak, he would have a britich accent and smoke a pipe and enjoy the finer things in life.
I take pictures of this cat constantly. Mostly, because he is just so flippin cute, but also because he is hilarious and lets me do anything I want to him and he still purrs the whole time. Like, put him in my shirt. Or put a wig on him. He plays with the dog (Mikko) too. It’s hilarious to watch them go at it back and forth (they heart each other). For your viewing pleasure and entertainment, I have posted pictures of Sir Oliver Bear at his finest.
For those of you who are animal rights activists, pretty please, do not send me any scathing emails about how I torture my cat. He gets food and treats, and toys, and all the love he could ever want. He loves the attention, and sometimes I might put a wig on him or put him in my shirt, but I assure you, this this a happy well-loved cat.