With Relish

Okay, so just one more post about our new cat and then it’s back to regularly-scheduled programming.

If you’ve already forgotten, her name is Olive. AND SHE’S AWESOME.

Jake’s Auntie Lauri, a dedicated blog contributor and great lady extraordinaire, sent us this today, a document pondering the origin of our kitty’s name, entitled For Olive and Her People. Instant hit.

Olive as in the opera singer, actress, Osmond matriarch, comic strip character, Catholic martyr, or Cold Sassy Tree writer?

By chance are we speaking of the evolved spelling of Olive derived from the Latin word Oliva?

Perhaps a branch of the Olive family used by Picasso in the 1950 litho Colombe au Rameau d’olivier?

Maybe George Washington’s prized weather vane at Mount Vernon?

Surely not Noah’s branchy dove or a reference to the emblem on North Carolina’s £2 note of 1771?

Possibly the Olive spoken of in Virgil’s epic poem The Aeneid ?

Feasibly a symbol of peace, a bridal wreath or an award for an Olympic winner?

Perchance the name your child Olive Crusaders of 1100 AD Northumberland, England?

Conceivably Margaret Olive in the Hundred Rolls of Shropshire?

Imaginably the Olive Branch Petition conceived by the American Continental Congress of July 1775?

Olive nee Linda is one lucky girl to be sandwiched between a true cat woman and her co-cat man. Will check-in often to read about your new adventures.

Love Auntie L.

 

Just like the unintended effect of beginning this cat blog, in getting a cat, I am realizing how much we are loved. When Jake and I returned from the subway Tuesday night when the sky was not-quite-dark and it was not-quite-raining with our bags of cat accoutrements and our box of cat, Roy was sitting on our front stoop, waiting and stood in the lamplight and pronounced himself godfather. Since then, we’ve had guests every day, here to welcome our little lady.  She is getting toys, kisses, Skype calls, emails of congratulations, promises of visits, offers for cat-sitting, and overall big love.

I am a proud mama bird. Roy says I am gushing. It is true. We are three.

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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