I never thought I’d have a more doggy cat than Random. Random was a large gray tabby cat that I owned from the time he was about 3 months old until we finally lost him to the effects of chronic renal failure at age 16. He was very affectionate, would come when you called his name, and he’d have actual conversations with me every morning while I was getting ready for work. He was a very doggy cat, especially compared to our more typically aloof girl cats.

Oliver has far surpassed Random’s dogginess and taken it to an art form. I’m sure it was because he was raised by a Rottweiler. I sometimes catch him eating food out of the dogs’ bowls, occasionally at the same time as a dog. He wrestles with the Rottweilers as if the size difference doesn’t matter.

Here he is, trying out a Rottweiler-sized crate and believing it to be just right.

Oliver is also fascinated with money. Well, who isn’t, really. But again, he takes it to an art form. When Dan was counting up the proceeds from a club event, Oliver sat nearby, and you would swear he was counting the money right along with Dan. Oliver would not leave until the task was complete.

Right now, Oliver is helping me write this post. He’s pressed hard against my left arm, making it a bit difficult to type, but he’s determined to help me get this done and complete yet another NaBloPoMo day in March!

Axel show update: nothing for today, and nothing for his pal Jules. Hoping for better days tomorrow and Sunday; please think good thoughts for the team!