Oliver

Cat · Permanent resident

I'm Oliver, and this is my house. The cats know it, the humans know it, and now you know it too. I was found in a field at four weeks old, small enough to fit in one hand — a tiny, underfed baby. I've grown into my authority since then.

My person calls me "high maintenance," which is unfair. I simply have standards. I supervise all her work by sleeping on it, and I supervise her sleep by sleeping on her head. I show my loving side often — on my schedule. I have accepted the other animals into my house. It remains my house.