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Oliver is a charmer, and frustrating, and charming in his frustratingness. He has boundless energy. Unlike Nadia, who pretty much gives up when you yell at her to get down, stop, etc. (at least for five minutes), Oliver generally immediately starts looking for an alternate route. (It's cute, though, because he often starts prancing or leaping when he knows he's doing something wrong.)
One of his most annoying habits is his sudden need to enter the bathroom whenever one of us goes in there. We have an accordion door that doesn't quite line up with its (weak) latch, so he often succeeds (after much rattling of the door). Needless to say, there are times when it is inappropriate for a cat to be walking around you in the bathroom.
Last night we watched TV (in the basement) for the first time in this house. Oliver could usually care less about our computer screens, but he was enthralled by the TV. It didn't hurt that we were watching Nature for a while, and he stood on his hind legs with his paws on the DVD player, occasionally pawing at a fig wasp on the screen. Even when we switched to History Detectives (turns out fig wasps are kinda gross, and we had just eaten) he would occasionally take a break from whirling around the rug chasing his tail to sit and stare at the screen from a safer distance.
Shortly before the move, in Sara's old apartment (thanks to Wan for this picture!):
During the move (note the boxes--still stressful for me to see, even in pictures):
Helping to set up shelves in the living room:
Both cats love the mini-couch, and they're willing to sleep closer than this now:
