Oliver Kitteh - Chapter Seven: In which our hero climbs yet another mountain.

Oliver Kitteh - Chapter Seven

In which our hero climbs yet another mountain.

As told by Ms Brownlow (italic narration by Mabel).

Click here for chapters one, two, three, four, five and six.


Dear loyal friends of Oliver,

Please forgive my haphazard posting dates. Life isn't too busy, so I don't know what's going on. Maybe my brain is just off a bit. It happens, it happens.


It turns out I had another picture of him with his little tent!

Stretch Armstrong!

Chloe was the perfect mother for him. She was always nearby, but never hovered. She watched everything he did, but let him feel he had complete freedom.
I noticed though that whenever he was about to go somewhere she wouldn't be able to rescue him from if he needed help -- like under of behind somewhere she wouldn't fit -- she called out and called him back. So then he'd just alter course a little bit, spot something to the left or right that looked interesting, and be on his way.

Now for the exciting tale of: The Litter Box! 

He was partly doing normal kitten stuff, but he worked so hard it was really touching. And what he was trying to do was always so far out of his reach at first that I was amazed at the effort he put into it.

When he was just a little bit older I took him to the cat pan, just to show it to him. Really, I wanted him to see the litter right after Chloe used it to help him get the idea.
I realized the sides of the pan were high and planned to put some litter in the lid from a plastic storage bin and put it in the bedroom so it would be close to him.

Uh-uh. Oliver got it: litter pan, kitty pee-place. Very soon after I noticed he was in the bathroom near the cat pan. I watched in amazement. He pulled himself up and inside. Then he immediately collapse, spread-eagle, all four legs, and fell soundly asleep. After a bit, he woke up, peed, climbed back out, and promptly fell sound asleep on the floor right next to the cat pan.

He slept for a very long time.
The next time he went to use the pan, it was easier for him. After that he never didn't go to the cat pan, even though at the time it was a long walk and still a hard climb.

Oh my days! One imagines he had to plan his pees way in advance. "Okay it takes about half an hour to get there, and an hour to get inside..."