Oliver Bartholomeow Tumblecat

Yeah yeah. I know. Retarded name for a cat. Gimme a break.

Oliver: I just really like that name.


Bartholomeow: Come on! It has 'meow' at the end!


Tumblecat: He used to tumble down the stairs when he was a wee widdle kitten.

My Ollie-B

I figured I would introduce you. He's my baby, he's absolutely spoiled, and he's also the reason I'm about to fall out drooling on my keyboard. All he wanted to do last night was play. There would be no sleeping for mom. He was attacking my feet, attacking my hair, burrowing under the covers like a mole on speed, anything to get me to play. I did my best to ignore him. Until about 3am. --CRASH!-- I'M UP! ...I'm up. Damnit. He pushed the alarm clock off the nightstand. I got up, chased him around the room until he hid in the boxspring and I finally gave up. Did I frighten him into quiet? Nope. 5am - bite on the nose. Not a little nibble either. That little joker bit me hard and ran. Wuss. He was gone again though. Good. I start dozing off again and then.... Nascar in my bedroom. He was doing laps around the room, banking the turns! 6:45 the alarm clock goes off. This time I knock it into the floor and get up. What's Ollie doing now you ask? Curled up fast asleep on my - excuse me - his pillow.

Bastard.

I wonder if anyone would notice if I hid under my desk for a quick power nap?

Quote Of The Day

Never meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

-Unknown

illustration from draconika.com

Drunken Stuper Causes Blog Title

Ok so you're probably wondering about the vodka thing. Well here's the deal. A good friend and I were out drinkin' on a Friday night (you probably guessed that much) and I was playing designated driver. I had a couple beers, he was drinking Goose on the rocks. LOTS of it. 3am rolls around, I get him stuffed (at this point shirtless and shoeless) into the passenger seat and we're on our way with him singing the Pinky and The Brain theme song repeatedly. Aside from the fact that he was way off key and my radio was broken, all in all it was a great night. Then - WHAMO! - blue lights in the rearview. 'Pinky' over there in the passenger seat was hard to miss. He was asked to step out of the car and did so with a bit of an attitude. Arms crossed, leaning on my fender he glares at this nice police officer. "Have you been drinking tonight, Sir?" Leaning forward, right in the officer's face, he delivers his reply... "Nope. And you can't prove it 'cause you can't smell vodka."

Smooth, man. Smooth.

I'm just glad this guy had a sense of humor. He turned to face away from Pinky (you never want to encourage a child behaving badly) and busted out laughing. I rolled.