His name is Oliver and he is really cute! He is 3 years old and is a beautiful orange color with white feet. He and my current kitty Joey are past the point of fighting but they are not quite at a point where they are ready to nap together or anything. Oliver likes to sleep in my dirty laundry basket for some odd reason.
The adoption lady came by to check out my apartment and make sure it was a habitable place for cats, and she actually got down on her hands and knees to check and make sure the cat couldn’t fit under any appliances in the kitchen and checked all over the floor for loose rubber bands. I thought that was a bit extreme but I suppose if I were looking for homes for animals I might be a little concerned too.
Only his full name is Oliver Cromwell, Lord Protector of the Commonwealth. Because he is geeky like that. Or I am, I forget which. Usually he goes by “Ollie.” Or sometimes, “bitey.”
Snoozing with my own orange & white, Rupert, who likes to pretend he’s cute.
Well, my Oliver doesn’t have his full name yet, but Joey’s full name is Joey Jo Jo Jabadu Jr. (That last one is a Simpsons reference, just so those of you who might have missed that episode don’t think I am insane.)
