Well... our resident wildcat Olo broke one of our really nice and really expensive mirrors. Now yes, I'm upset about it because it was a mirror I had very specifically wanted and had to special order.

However.... Philip proceeded to inform me in no uncertain terms that he absolutely hates Olo.

On top of it, some of the hatred for Olo has apparently spilled onto me, because Philip isn't saying a word to me about anything. I really hate it when he gets like this. It seems like anytime he even gets a little mad about something, he just stops speaking to me. He'll talk to the other cats... but not to me. Like its my fault or something.

But so... I guess Olo really is "my" cat now. If nothing else.