"A fearless explorer.
And a hunter,
through and through.
More or less."
In another case of what is said to be happening in the text is not really the truth of the events taking place in the illustrations, Olivia describes herself as an adventurer. She may be that, in her own mind. Actually, she is a pretty indulged house cat. Her adventures take place in a cardboard box, in a plant-filled room, rolling around on a artfully painted desert landscape, and under the bedcovers. She is a hunter of shoelaces, and endlessly spoiled with toys, a comfortable bed, and the run of the house. She loves her perfect world, and wants nothing more to do than the fearless exploring she does every day.
"Besides, from what she's seen,
the world outside isn't all
that it's cracked up to be.
The world outside is for cats
without any imagination."
Then, imagine her surprise when she falls out a window while chasing a fly. First off, she does not land on her feet. As she explores the yard, she is confronted by a barking dog. Fear sends her up the nearest tree. What can she do? As all fearless explorers are likely do, she takes a leap of faith and lands on the roof of the house, From that vantage point she is content; and delighted when her owner sees and rescues her.
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