Olivia.

Our new kitten now has a name – it’s Olivia! So we have Othello and Olivia. (It’s a bit of a reach, but you can also shorted this name to “Livia,” who was Xena’s daughter in the last season of Xena: Warrior Princess, but that’s a coincidence; earlier today I had proposed “Mitzi,” slightly rearranged from “Nimitz,” the sentient treecat who perches himself on Honor Harrington’s shoulder in the Honor Harrington sci-fi novels that my wife likes so much. Perhaps not coincidentally, this kitty like perching on her shoulder too. Probably just as well for the memory of the late real-life Fleet Admiral Nimitz of the U.S. Navy that I was the only one who liked “Mitzi.”)
To celebrate this momentous occasion, there’s – you guessed it – another video (getting to be a daily thing, eh?), this time it’s Olivia vs. the string, upholding yet another fine Chloe tradition. 😆 The good news is that, despite me bringing her home and playing with her for over an hour, Olivia has completely bonded with my wife. She’ll snuggle up to me and sleep, and she’ll play with me, but she doesn’t often demand my presence. If Jan tries to leave the room, however, Olivia starts crying pitifully. I was the one who snatched her away from her buddies in the kitten cage (some of whom I suspect were her brothers and/or sisters) and brought her to a strange place. My wife, in the other hand, picks her up by the scruff of the neck to get her out of trouble. Only mama does that. 😛