Whoops

Remember back in elementary school, when you first started having crushes on the opposite sex? And how there were some kids that just didn't quite know how to express their admiration for that special someone, and went a little overboard? And how there was always one little girl or boy that EVERYONE loved, and they got a little pissy about it?

That's Ollie. She's that special someone.

I say this because the love fest between Monkey and Ollie continues unabated.

But Monkey just....doesn't quite know how to woo Ollie.

I mean, she gets it in principle, but it doesn't always work out in practice.

Which is why she spent a good amount of time chasing Ollie around the apartment last night, hollering "SORRY SORRY SORRY OLLIE CAT" at the top of her lungs. As poor Ollie ran for the hills and looked at me balefully. Like it was MY fault that Monkey kept trying to play with her with the new cat wand, and you know, kept beaning her in the head.

Sheesh cat, glare at M - he's the one that paid for the damn toy.