I’ve been waiting all summer to post this one! Olive is my old room mate’s feline companion and, despite being a black cat, she is pretty much the complete opposite of Felix.
I got to do a little Q&A with her owner, Kristina, whom I miss dearly, so this one is a double treat for me. And, what’s this? We have actual, real-live video footage of this month’s cat! Though, if you’re a regular reader, you’ve probably already seen it before.
Full Name: Olive Heather Pocahontas Pedersen.
Aliases: None. Just Olive.
Age: ~3 years.
Residence: The Tree House, Arcata, CA (also known to many as Cozy Corners).
Coat/Build: Short-hair, plump and petite. Most known for her tiny paws to bountiful belly ratio.
Meow Type: Cricket chirps with a question mark at the end.
Back Story: Kristina had a rat problem. “A serious rat problem,” she says. “So I went to the pound looking for a ratter and the lady working there suggested Olive. Although Olive has not caught a rat, or mouse, or bird for that matter, the entire time we have known each other I have realized that more importantly, we are soul mates.”
Likes: Sleeping. Rolling in dirt. Playing with her mink stole. Hanging out with people. Smelling / tasting / rubbing all up on your shoes. Dinner time.
Dislikes: All other cats. Being alone. Flea medicine. Loud noises. Soiled litter.
Favorite Place to Nap: Near windows. Stuffed between couch pillows. Your tummy.
Claim to Fame: Having white pubic hair. Being a world class fly catcher. Peeing in tub drains without a drop of evidence.
Downfall: Extremely insecure. Stresses out when she spends too much time alone, or if a dog is near. “When either of these things happen,” Kristina says, “she develops a bladder problem and pees tiny droplets around the house. She’s a sensitive soul.”