Oliver the Cat--On Quilts

After much swatting at the dog last night, I was able to resume control of the computer, but first I had to find out what he was up to.  Somehow, he had managed to write a post on mother's blog about how much he loves her quilts.  I could not let this stand, my friends.  For it is widely known that I am her one and only quilting companion.  Really you might even say that I am the brains behind the operation.

My name is Oliver Carmichel Stemple.  Affectionately know to the humans as, Poo-sa Poo-sa.

I am the type of critter that likes to be up close and in your space.

From a very early age, I have had a certain appreciation for quilts.  To this day, I cannot believe the juvenile fun I allowed myself to have with them.  It almost makes me giggle.

I do try to watch out for mother.  I think it is the little things in life that really show someone how much you love them.

I watch over her to make sure she sews everything correctly.  I even keep her chair warm for her when she gets up.  Even if she is only going to be at the ironing board for 2 seconds, I make sure I jump in her chair and assume the sleeping for hours position.  I'm also around when she needs to talk about her projects.  I have very keen listening ears.

  She did try tricking me once, but it only worked once, into thinking that a pile of fabric and batting was a folded quilt on top of the dog crate and that it needed my warming.  Turns out it was a distraction of scraps.  Never again, mother, never again.

Then there was the unfortunate incident of the rubber thimble.  Two of the finest delicacies I have ever put into my mouth are ribbon and rubber.  There is just something about their tastes that just make my mouth water and me go crazy.  One evening after discovering that I had helped myself to a bit of Christmas packaging and her favorite blue rubber thimble, mother started doing the loud thing that the dog spoke about.  It kinds of sounds like roaring and proceeded to do this to me.

I did forgive her, but I have not forgotten.

For the most part, my most important job is to assist in the thing she calls free motion quilting.  Well, we all know that things that are "free" tend to wonder off or float away.  So I have taken it upon myself to make sure this does not happen to her when she is in the middle of her quilting.

I simply place my body on the quilt and become dead weight.  I'm very good at what I do.

So I think it is safe to say that regardless of what the dog may have had to say, I am mother's number one.  I am her wingcat, who always has her back.  I know it sounds like a rough life and like a lot of work, but for the most part it's quite relaxing and enjoyable.

I am linking up today with Pets on Quilts Show over at Lily Pad Quilting.  Make sure you hop, fly, swim over there to check out all the lovely pets on quilts and vote for your favorite ones. 

Also linking up with the lovely Julie over at Pink Doxies