Lest you think that Olive is missing, be assured that she is happy and snoring loudly as she lays in a sliver of afternoon sunshine coming in through the window. She wants me to tell you that she is relieved her brothers are leaving her alone to mind her lazy business. She wants no part of their shenanigans, be they curling up in my purse or T's briefcase, chewing on feathers, or escaping to the forbidden zone (a.k.a. basement). Olive prefers naps over mischief.