Oliver : The "Elfin Warrior"

So I went out of town and I got carpal tunnel surgery on my right hand. It's been a while since I posted any new blog.

In the meantime, I am now Grandpet sitting while their parents are in South America. This has given me a great opportunity to take some great pics and observe some dog-cat interaction. Our guys are so used to the routine, nothing much happens.

But then comes Oliver. Yes, "she" turns out to be a "he" and a rather raucous "he" at that. My daughter and Son-in-Law decided that the Plan B name would be Oliver. Upon further investigation, "Oliver" means "Elfin Warrior". Even at 16 ounces, he was trying to reveal that he was, indeed, an Oliver. A precocious 7- week-old now, he has taken over pretty much our entire house (in between napping and eating like a LION).

I haven't weighed him, but I think he is at least 3 pounds. Eddy, our loyal Lab, you might remember is 90 pounds and VERY ATTACHED to his crate- his space. Now that Bubba has abandoned trying to manipulate us by going in Eddy's crate, the only other one to invade Eddy's space is Oliver. He sleeps in there, plays in there, climbs the crate sides and many times ends up on the top of it, just so he can get a better view. Eddy is disgusted.

Finally Roscoe has taken over the daunting task of socializing Oliver. He tends to greet the cats with paws and claws, and Bubba and Roscoe have swatted him s few times. Now, Roscoe patiently plays with him-chasing and a tiny bit of wrestling. Today Bubba has taken over some of the duties. It is all over his smug face that it is trying his patience. I can almost hear him lament, "Rambunctious children!" I seem to recall a tiger-striped cat who was a terror not too long ago...

Oliver is sweet and loving (lots of licks in between bites) and just enough naughtiness thrown in to make him irresistible.

Perhaps Eddy finds him resistible, now that I think of it!