Oliver Twist

Collier and I agree: Oliver has added at least a full year to Chelsea's life. Let me explain...

Oliver has enough energy to power our entire house for 7.84 months. At minimum. When we brought him home, Chelsea wasn't sure what to think. This is her house and he's clearly a temporary tenant, a guest, or better yet, an invader. Clearly. But wait, wha'? Why are my humans not taking this little rat back to wherever he came from? Why does he seem to be staying...what is going on here?!

I think Oliver finally jumped directly into her gut enough times to win her over. After she had him on his back, jowls wrapped around his little neck, I think it occured to her: I love this lil guy! They've been playing their attack, chase, jaws around neck game at least twice a day ever since, hence the extended life of our dalmation. I think some of that energy rubbed off...scratch that...shot off...scratch that...hurled itself at Chelsea. From a chair. More of a pounce, really. It was an energy transfer. And it's added a year to her life.

P.S. Chelsea visited the vet today for minor surgery and while she's fine, she is sleeping, and Oliver has no idea what to do with himself. Since the weather is so nice we have the front window open, and Oliver is staring intently outside from his perch on Chelsea's arm chair. His ears perk up every time he hears a bat.

Not that he understood me, but I asked him if he heard his own kind calling him.