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...
3 hours plus later, at 11:30 A.M. found little change.
2 P.M. we found a change in position
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.