I guess I have all winter to figure out a way to keep Oliver out of the nests. Maybe I could attach a broom to his tail and he could at least clean up the cobwebs for me.
Oliver is the craziest cat. He still wanders off on a regular basis, often disappearing for days on end.
Then, I'll see him trotting up the middle of the driveway or down the donkey lane in the pasture.
More often though, he just shows up like he's been beamed down from space.
Hmmm, come to think of it, that could explain a lot.
When he is here, Oliver is everywhere.
Not only climbing the walls, but dashing about under everyone's feet.
He did a zoom-by this afternoon and managed to zip between all 12 hooves on the farm.
Then he went donkey trekking with us. I can't tell if Oliver is really brave or insanely foolhardy.
Probably both. He does make me wonder just how many of his nine lives he has left.