company is overrated

Fish and company may spoil in three days; but company in general, and company of the male, large-shoe/big of voice variety in specific- brings out all the disdain that our cat, Oliver can muster.

When we have the college boys over for dinner on Sunday nights, Oliver hies his way outdoors.

Company during the winter Bible conference is specially unappreciated.

This year, Oliver hid out in my room. We placed his favorite blanket on my bed to invite him to bide...

On this particular day, Oliver appeared at the back door for breakfast around 8 A.M. and then made himself cozy on my bed.

3 hours plus later, at 11:30 A.M. found little change.

2 P.M. we found a change in position

4:00 P.M. he is still contemplating world affairs deeply.

My flash finally caused him to lift an eyelid...

he decided it was time for supper...

and then he went out for an evening constitutional.

I might not have believed it, if I hadn't chronicled it.

He blinks upon the hearth-rug,
and yawns in deep content,
accepting all the comforts
that Providence has sent.

Louder he purrs, and louder,
in one glad hymn of praise
for all the night's adventures,
for quiet, restful days.

Alexander Gray